Janet Urquhart: Where did my summer go this time?
Was it just my imagination or did summer end right on schedule with the Labor Day weekend?
Turning leaves, my ass. Autumn is here when my first goose bumps appear, and they popped up last weekend. I could see my breath Saturday morning – also not a good sign, other than it indicates I’m still breathing.
I had to shut my bedroom window one night for the first time in more than two months, and I wished I’d worn gloves for my walk to work yesterday morning.
How can summer be over already? I know it’s only a matter of time – days, perhaps – before I see that white crap dusting the mountaintops.
We need to move Aspen to a lower elevation. Who’s with me here?
More than two months ago – June 13, to be exact – I wrote a column detailing all the adventures I planned to pursue this summer. No wasting of weekends, I vowed, as summertime is short.
Now, I’m looking back over that list of goals and wondering where the time went. It seems like I had a blast this summer, yet I didn’t manage to do half of the stuff I was intending to do.
My list included climbing my first fourteener. Well, that didn’t happen. I did climb my first tree in about 30 years, though, after getting my food pack hopelessly stuck in it.
I also told myself I’d hike to a lake I’d never been to before, catch a trout and fry it up right there on the shore. I did backpack to Willow Lake, where I’d never been, and caught a few monster brook trout, but I skipped the domestic part (they wouldn’t fit in the pan).
Incidentally, my resolve to backpack the Four-Pass Loop this summer sort of dissipated in the thin air over Willow Pass.
Technically, I fulfilled my goal to visit a Colorado town I’d never been to before by driving through Craig and stopping to fill up the tank.
More impressively, I did take a real mountain bike ride and I’m not talking about the time I pushed my bike up the Government Trail, either. I have done the Smuggler Loop a couple of times – some of it actually on the bike.
I’ve also done a bunch of stuff that wasn’t on my list, like attend several of the free Thursday night concerts on Fanny Hill in Snowmass, which I’d never done before in all my years here, for some reason. Next summer, my Thursday nights are booked.
I also saw a great concert by Clint Black at the Jazz Aspen Snowmass Labor Day Fest and, for the first time, spent an appreciable amount of time watching the MotherLode Volleyball Classic. As a member of the vertically challenged, I was seriously impressed with the level of play. It was exciting to watch.
And, I did manage to fulfill one last goal on my list: I didn’t take up golf.
[Janet Urquhart is hoping for a nice Indian summer, if it’s not politically incorrect to have one. Her column appears on Fridays]
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