I got a great report from my PT yesterday and my doctor today. I am now down to one crutch and next week will be allowed to make a full rotation on the bike. Yikes! We look forward to watching old Seinfelds each evening, a wonderful recuperation gift from Mike's brother and wife. I have been referred to as "peg leg," or Long John Silver as I wander around at night getting ice. Mike is now off night duty. Karen took me for a nice drive up Taylor Canyon and we sat by the river and then saw nine enormous mountain goats with their great horns wandering by the highway. It was a special sighting, and I did not have my camera. But my friend, Kate, did have her camera when she spotted this huge guy on top of a mountain. I read in Huffington Post that a hiker in Telluride this week was stalked for 20 to 30 minutes by a mountain lion. Whenever she took a step backwards, so did the lion, eight feet away. When she began singing opera at the top of her lungs, the cat left, but then came back, approaching from the side. The 44 year old woman was alone, but did everything else right - faced the lion constantly, got a big branch and waved it, talked or sang so to distinguish herself as a human and not prey. Sheriff Masters and other officers were waiting for her at the trailhead. Whew!
My guru, Mr Iyengar, died this week at age 95. Here is my pose in honor of his life and his wisdom passed down to fellow yogis. BSK Iyengar called Shoulder Stand the Mother of All Poses.
I hobbled over to the blocked-off highway to watch the USA Pro Challenge stage 3 which came from Aspen over Kebler Pass in mud, rain and falling rock to Crested Butte and then to Gunnison for their final push up Monarch Pass (11,000 feet), down to Salida and then back up to the TOP of Monarch for the finish on Wednesday. There were 100 racers, and they did three laps through town and then headed on out west. I like to look at huge muscles and was expecting to see some, but most of these guys were skinny dudes. I learned that they do not bring their sprinters on these endurance rides up and down mountains, and it is the sprinters who have those humongous thighs. These guys cannot eat enough calories to counteract what they do physically.
Chris, our friend and neighbor, the owner/publisher of The Gunnison Country Times
Coming up Kebler towards CB
And so it goes in Gunnison where tiny spots of yellow are being seen on the trees, orange "Welcome Hunters" signs hang on establishments, and fall is in the air. Hail to the next season, chug chug chugging along.