In case y'all haven't already figured it out for yourself -- I'm something of a dunderbluss. I forget things. In our haste to start the Odyssey back in the late days of May, I managed to forget a number of things that have caused us some interesting problems. For example, I forgot to bring checks with which to pay my numerous bills. Luckily, my bank was only too happy to print me up some extras and mail them on out. Perhaps most disastrously, though, I neglected to copy all my work-related computer files onto my laptop from the desktop computer I was leaving at home. This was extraordinarily bad.
Included in this group of files was everything I was working on at the time. All told, it amounted to about 20 megabytes worth of technical manuals, help files, and prototype software. Amusingly enough, I did not notice the absence of these files until Friday, 6/13. Kinda tells you how much flesh the old grindstone has extracted from my nose lately, eh? In any case, my mom had graciously agreed to FTP all these files up to the Office Odyssey server from Tacoma, Washington, so I could FTP 'em back down to my laptop in a hotel room somewhere in Colorado.
And that's where this day in the Odyssey found us. Mom said it took her about four hours to transfer all my files onto the server. We started bringing 'em down to our laptop about 9:00 in the morning and ended up having to get an extension on our checkout time to make sure we could get them all. But it all worked out, and now I'm finally ready to actually start doing a little work. Maybe.
But first, the weekend was upon us. After a brief stroll through Boulder's downtown pedestrian mall, we headed up into the mountains in search of a good camping spot. En route, we came up with the scenic shot of the day. It's an old stone church that is built on a huge granite boulder in the middle of a lake. Very scenic, indeed.
We ended up in Rocky Mountain National Park, outside the little town of Estes Park. We made friends with the local gophers, so were hoping for no repeat of the Chipmunk Offensive that marred our stay in the campground outside Laramie.
A nice lazy Saturday. I even got to play the drums in a local drum shop. My chops are rusty, but we did get the Extreme Shot of the Day across the street. Now, this shot may not seem so extreme to some of you out there. But, for the guitarists in the audience, this is an icy cold pair of forceps grappling at your soul. It just goes to show, you can be as dangerous as you wanna be on the rock guitar, possess not only the Hammer of the Gods, but also the Pickaxe of the Disenfranchised, but you can still be toppled like so much dead wood. From a successful (though consummately annoying) career as the Saturday Night Live bandleader to a tiremonkey. O, the humanity!
Total Miles for 6/14 = About 50 Miles