Solid Gold Summer Sunsets and What Lies Beneath

Solid gold summer sunset at Malibu Beach

There is nothing more breathtaking than a solid gold summer sunset. Malibu Beach provided an amazing foreground for an unforgettable night. As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, I left my seat in The Sunset Restaurant, kicked off my shoes and snapped a few photos.

Solid gold summer sunset in Malibu

It was one of those magical nights when the color glinted off the waves. That’s when I noticed a few heads bobbing in the ocean. Wasn’t it feeding time?

Golden sunset at Malibu Beach

It made me think of a year ago when I watched another beach …on a movie screen.

Da dum.

Da dum.

Da dum.

Dadumdadumdadumdadum… Jaws at the pool. What a blast, but it freaked swimmers out. Soon very few heads bobbed in the water while watching the film.

jaws at the pool

I spoke with my mom while on my epic road trip. When I mentioned my son, Kelly, was surfing, she expressed concern about a rash of shark attacks. After some surfing of my own, I learned less than 1 shark death a year occurs in the United States and an average of 19 bites. I couldn’t find any news about shark attacks. Then I had a thought.

IT WAS SHARK WEEK!

Have you been enjoying the summer sunsets? Have you watched Jaws? Would you go swimming in the ocean at sunset?

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The Epic Road Trip Continues

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We were on an epic road trip. The gap between our car and our son’s began to close. He and his posse had an earlier start and were a couple hours ahead, but pulling a trailer has its way of slowing a car down. They were only 25 miles ahead.

We could catch up.

We watched for Uhauls while driving 85 MPH. Then I made a call. We had passed Kelly’s girlfriend! She had pulled over at mile marker 91 and filled up at an Arco station. We were already in the 70s. Whoa! We couldn’t believe it. Kelly and his friend, who would be his roommate in Burbank, had flown down the road, ahead of us by thirty minutes.

We missed them.

Dang.

Then we learned they would take a pit stop before heading to California. There was still a chance.

We hoped to meet them….

Viva la road trip

in a truly Wild place.

the strip

A place where all kinds of epic adventures happen.

cool architecture

Las Vegas.

We wound our way through a casino. They were in another building.

The Hard Rock Cafe

We headed back into the 112 degree heat and ducked inside the Paris.

We found him!

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Vegas is crazy. I made a list of my sensory overload, but it was waaaaaay too long. After a night at The Luxor, we hit the road again.

I had forgotten about Area 51 and its proximity to Las Vegas… That would explain everything.

There’s a lot more to come on our epic road trip. It has just begun…

Random Acts of Chat – He was kidding, Roxy

Funny photo man with dog and comic bubble

With several California trips on the horizon and a vacation in Vancouver and Whistler planned for the end of July, I had to scramble to book a kennel for our Bichon, Roxy. I’m not sure what the price per day is in your area, but it has gotten expensive here in Boulder. My husband, Danny, didn’t grow up with pets, but I know deep down he loves Roxy. Today, his love must have been buried just a little deeper.

After catching up with other blogs, I chatted with Danny about our vacation plans:

ME: I can’t believe how expensive the kennel has gotten.

Danny looks up from reading the newspaper and we lock eyes.

ME: It’s going to cost $33.00 a day to board Roxy and that’s with a 25% discount for booking her for more than five days and another percentage off for being a frequent boarder.

DANNY: That seems like a lot of money.

ME: I gotta believe it’s like fifty bucks a day to board a dog. That’s super expensive.

Danny stared at me while pondering. I imagined him calculating the cost of boarding Roxy over the next year.

DANNY: We should leave her at the kennel and get a new dog when we come back from vacation.

I laughed until my cheeks hurt.

Don’t worry, Roxy. He was kidding. 

Will you be boarding a pet this summer? Is it expensive where you live? Are you going on any vacations? Want to board Roxy for us?

Just Messing Around

We’re all in contact with digital technology. It can be more than difficult to learn the full capabilities of the tools we use every day. I bought a Sony 3N Digital SLR camera almost three years ago. I have taken thousands of pictures, not knowing how to use it. Every once in a while, I got lucky. I have a zillion excuses for not taking a class, but I’ll spare you my long list.

With so many disappointing results, I turned to my iPhone for picture-taking.

Something wasn’t right.

I stopped by Mike’s Camera in Boulder. The man behind the counter shrugged. “It’s a great camera,” he said.

I signed up for a class.

*mind blown*

I messed around with the settings and took some pictures in my yard. Here are some of the results:

juniper berries taken with macro lens

 

close up of snow crab next to pond

 

Crabtree blossoms with macro lens

I cropped the last photo which was already in zoom. Suck it, iPhone!

It's a duck on a pond

I regret not taking the class sooner, but I’m a coffee cup half-full kinda girl.

It made me wonder what else I don’t know. Probably more than I think. Ask anyone. And yes, you will see more photos on the Wild Ride.

Do you like to take classes? Are you into photography? Do you like ducks or would you like to creep up behind that drake and give him a little scare?

There’s No Way to Know…

flowering apple tree

As I watch clouds gather and raindrops ripple in concentric rings on the pond, maternal instincts kick into high gear. A storm is coming.

I find it hard to suppress the urge to cover the fragile, tender buds in warm blankets to prevent them from freezing, but snow could accumulate to a couple of feet and sopping wet blankets would crush them. One mature tree would need twenty or more. I would need hundreds of blankets and a cherrypicker to cover them. I shrug my shoulders and sigh.

Just as roses and bushes have leafed out, flowering trees are at their peak and fruit trees in bud are about to emerge, a huge snowstorm was predicted to slam into Colorado. Yesterday, I rushed through the yard to take pictures while inhaling the heady fragrance of flowering trees. High clouds whispered the same news. 

Last year it snowed every Wednesday for eight weeks and froze all those fragile buds. We had nary an apple or raspberry and our springtime consisted of monotonous shades of green. 

Maybe forecasters are wrong, but it’s quiet. Too quiet. Not one leaf ruffles nor bird sings as nature stores its kinetic energy for what is to come. I can feel it deep in my vertebrate.

flowering crab

Will I hunker down and wait for Mother Nature’s fury? No way. The same forecasters are predicting two to four feet of snow in the mountains. I plan to hit I-70 before the rush and the snow becomes too deep to travel. 

I will keep my fingers crossed and hope temperatures hover above freezing down here in Boulder. They’ve been wrong before. 

I’ll keep you posted…

Do you worry about the weather or do you sing Que Sera, Sera?