August has come and gone, and Labor Day is upon us. While twilight eves of summer give way to autumn’s cooler dawn, I offer another example of doors in Colorado’s foothills – this time featuring gateways.
This particular gate awaits me at an intersection of paths where this dirt trail lopes south and my paved bike path curves northward to eventually circle Arvada Reservoir. This gate is my stopping point to catch my breath, sip my water and examine the plants.
Open gate; is the trail open?
Although I enjoy riding the dirt trail parallel to a dry ditch, the path is sometimes closed two miles south. The following sign is permanent, but the gate might be open as shown above or closed and locked, as it appears below. I haven’t figured out the logic between open and closed gate, nor does the sign give an accurate status for the trail which has, in fact, been open to ride much further than two miles despite this permanent sign!
Phantom by William Matthews
If Alice Munro’s short stories are lazy river reading, Annie Proulx’s tales mimic her Wyoming rivers – indolent rivulets trickling through thirsty summer creek beds; rivulets that turn with a flash of lightning into raging swollen walls of water.
Stories bubbling and churning downstream with sharp twists that uproot everyone caught in their unforgiving path.
While enjoying Aerial America on the Smithsonian Channel, I’ve mused about what we call ourselves in each of these 50 connected, yet vastly different, United States.
That led to musing about what residents in parts of other countries call themselves, and what names they give the demarcations that form legal, interior boundaries.
I know Canada has provinces.. I think Mexico has states, and Italy has regions. Beyond that I’m ignorant. When I comment to across-the-pond blogging buddies, I don’t even know whether they call their country England or Great Britain, let alone what interior demarcations the countries of the United Kingdom use.
Sure, I could Google this. But wouldn’t it be fun to hear from you – either in comments here, or in a post of your own – helping me fill in some blanks?
Without any of us checking Google?
If we were having
coffee beverage-of-choice, I’d apologize in advance for showing so many photos in one post, but I’ve been playing outdoors in my vast summer playground and I want to share it with you.
I have no idea how these photos appear for my readers because they appear differently on each of my 4 devices, and they appear differently by signing into WordPress vs accessing them via WP’s app. It’s that infinite technology black hole I’m unwilling to explore so I skirt the edges, praying my posts are acceptable to you without necessity for me being sucked into that vortex of electronic media machinations that would prove a cruel end to my blogging career.