Thank the Lordinator (why I hate texting)

Governor Terminates Texting While Driving

One day, driving up 20th Street in Denver, I looked in my rearviewmirror and I saw a girl with her phone in one hand, texting, and a cigarette in the other hand, lit, and I think it was her right pinky finger that was operating the steering wheel.

Another day, driving down 12th Ave, saw Girl On Pink Cruiser Bike; she appeared about twenty feet away and crossed the street in front of me without looking either way. Yep, texting.

And it's not uncommon in this hipster doofus neighborhood of Capitol Hill to find some guy on a mountain bike texting while peddling uphill and having almost no idea that he kinda doesn't have the green light, and that a 2-ton monster of hard steel and oil is about to hit him. Dummie. Gives law-abiding bikers a really bad name.

And this guy died because he was texting.

Oh and that California commuter train that smashed head-on into a freight train a couple weeks ago because the engineer was texting when he should have been working the train properly, which kinda killed 20+ innocent commuters?

Thank you, Governator of Kahlifornia, for passing this legislation. The cyborgs of the future will be much safer now and hopefully every state will follow your state's lead. If anyone calls me while they're driving, don't be offended if I tell you to just call me back. It's because I care. :)

Autumn in Colorado - A Preview

Peak color in Colorado is actually a full week later than usual, so when I got up to Routt National Forest near Steamboat Springs last weekend, I was wishing for more yellows and rusty reds. But hey, green works too. (The pano above will be a gallery wrap above my mother's fireplace. One season down, three to go.)



Some guy's private property (oops)::


I explored this area of Colorado on the suggestion of legendary nature photographer John Fielder. Dunkley Pass certainly has valleysides blanketed in aspen! Definitely rivals that of Kebler Pass near Crested Butte, which is THE autumn drive in this state.



And look at this! I didn't know rock stacks existed in CO, but apparently they do. This appeared out of nowhere on Highway 131, northbound towards Steamboat Springs. Say hello to Finger Rock::


I'll be in Breckenridge and environs this weekend to take advantage of the (hopefully) peak color of golden aspen forest around Boreas Pass, and wherever the magic hour finds me. I think it's safe to say I'm definitely getting married in the month of Baracktober. Until then...