Special Florida Edition

You read that right, we are now in Florida. Land of the chad (okay that’s technically five hours drive south from here, but it’s about the most stereotypical thing I could come up with during election season). Ski season started yesterday in Colorado, and we travelled to the humidity-ridden, hot, sticky, election deciding state of Florida. The trip went fairly well….meaning that Ezra did great, but Ahna and I could have done without the 10 hours of travel including a layover in Atlanta. 

See, we started with a 7am flight – which means a 3:30am wake-up call. The flight was very full, but otherwise okay. We arrived into Atlanta at about noon local time and had about 2 hours to kill before we caught the next flight to Jacksonville. A little lunch was nice and refueling, but sleep is awful hard to come by while at an airport. We boarded the plan for the one hour flight, and promptly sat on the runway for 45 minutes…yea, flying through the busiest airport isn’t always the smartest move…but when using airline miles, sometimes you don’t have much of a choice. 

When we checked into our rental car minivan at the airport, they told us we had a new car. Good, we are at a car rental place….we sure shouldn’t be getting an old car. However, I didn’t know how ‘new’ until we started driving….there were 7 miles on the car. Talk about trying out everything for the first time. We got a Chrysler Town and Country, which is a nice car. Yup, neither of us have any problem with the idea of a minivan – seriously, there is space, function, room, and the ability to relax comfortably. Should there be another kid in the future, there might also be a minivan. Hey, settle down….nothing in the plan/works yet. 

My grandparents got Ezra a pack-n-play to sleep in and a chair to sit at the dinner table. It’s really cool that they did this on their own…they’re great. We got to the house just in time for supper, and Grandma didn’t disappoint: sloppy-joe. My favorite. I have tried numerous times to duplicate her recipe, all to no avail. So, I have to come to Florida to get some. After dinner and some playtime, we watched the Presidential debate (which started at 9pm EST…that’s really late compared to the earlier starts in Denver). It was fun to watch it with my Grandparents…we love to talk politics. 

The pictures include a few of Ezra sitting in a chair at the table for the first time. He seemed to love it, so there might be one in our near future when we return home. 

PS – a special note to the Smith’s and Bersagel-Braley’s: our grandparent’s homes all seem to be on the same temperature controls. Wow.

Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea! Can you feel the good energy coming out of Colorado now that we have an exciting weather forecast?

Our local NBC affiliate says this about the weekend: “The weekend may turn colder than our current forecast. Please check back often for forecast updates throughout the week.”

BREAKING NEWS (at least in our world it is…I’m not sure exactly when this happened – sometime over the spring or summer – but this is new news to us): Joe Bye has sold the Bucksnort. To his ex-wife (or separated wife). Many of you that don’t live in the area probably have had one exposure to the Bucksnort during our wedding weekend…we all went there the night before the wedding and had a blast. The rest of you don’t know that you missed the coolest bar/restaurant (mostly bar) ever. 

The Bucksnort lives in the legends and stories from both Ahna and I (and Ezra while he was making himself) as well as all of our friends and family. It’s a crappy, broke down, slow serving bar in the middle of nowhere – just outside of Pine, Colorado, which is just outside of Pine Junction, Colorado, which is just outside of Conifer, Colorado, which is just outside of Morrison, Colorado, which is just outside of Lakewood, Colorado, which is just outside of Denver, Colorado, which is just north of Castle Rock, Colorado. It sits in the trees along a dirt road, next to a stream and miles from anything else. It is frequented by bikers during the day, campers on the weekend, and partyers in the know on Friday and Saturday nights. 

Joe used to take up the guitar and play songs that everyone knew and would sing along to….forcing people to dance and drink lots and lots of Antler Ale (a brew made especially for this tiny place by Boulder Brewery). We spent many, many nights up there over the course of the last 9 years including staying too long in a snowstorm, a bachelor party, and lots of perfect gatherings of friends. 

The story that we heard the other day is that Joe sold it off and is no longer playing music at the ‘Snort. The new owner has attempted to fill the music with other acts, but none of them even come close to the energy that Joe brought….so it’s just not the same. Rumor has it that Joe opened a coffee shop in Evergreen or Conifer, but there is no word if he plays there. 

It’s really sad that we don’t have that place to immediately think of as a place to go. Don’t get us wrong, we will return – it’s too good not to. But it won’t be the same. 

PS – there are pictures from there, but some of them are rather embarrassing (Dan), so we will keep them for future blackmail purposes.

Denver Post article about the Bucksnort

By the way, the title for this post is a saying from the Bucksnort. It’s an odd saying that is written on the wall of the men’s restroom…something that took us almost two years of attending weekend nights there to remember. Hmmmm, wonder why.

The three of us trekked up to the mountains yesterday to introduce Ezra to the fall season here in Colorado. Every year the Aspen trees change their colors from green to yellow to orange before falling off for the winter. The peak time to see these leaves lasts only about a week at any given place (and that week changes from the northern parts of the state to the southern). 

We drove to one of our favorite places to catch the changes: Kenosha Pass. It’s located right off of 285 about 1.5 hours from our house….and it never fails to impress. I have been to Kenosha almost every year since I moved out here, and Ahna and I have been 4 or 5 times together…but we have never been there exactly at the peak of the change – like yesterday. It was stunning. 

We arrived in the parking lot and fed Ezra before heading off to our secret location. One of the early visits to Kenosha reviled a trail that takes us to an amazing view, but it’s an unofficial trail that isn’t marked at all…so needless to say (but I will anyway), it was us and only us once we hit the trail. We enjoyed the scene and the hike for a couple of hours before heading back home – there was much to do in the evening.

Okay, not much ‘to do’, more like: a show to watch on TV. Yup, The Office started up again last night after a long time away; and we missed it. The hour long premier didn’t disappoint and was one of the funniest episodes that we can remember. It’s good to have it back.

70% less energy use. 65% less water use. 

The new washer and dryer are in and have already been put to work. Ahna spent a large portion of her free time yesterday cleaning up and organizing into baskets the laundry area…and it looks great. See, in order to get the new appliances, we had to remove the bi-fold closet doors that used to enclose the older washer and dryer set. Due to the size of the front-loaders, we decided to remove the doors…thus ensuring the need to organize and keep clean the appearance of the closet. It sits right off of our kitchen and next to the primary restroom for guests, so people will see it. No big deal, that’s why we got black. Ahna and I moved out the old washer and dryer and placed them on Craigslist for sale. We then installed a new gas line, new burst-proof washer lines, and cleaned out the area underneath the units (somewhat surprising how much stuff gets back/under there. I suppose that you should move the appliances every once in a while to clean: like more often than a few years). The delivery guys showed up and installed the new stuff. We were expecting better cleaning, drying, less detergent, less gas, etc…but what surprised us was the difference in sound: a ton less; which is nice when you don’t have doors.