Our town tends to get very busy during the summer months. Every weekend is filled with multiple events and festivals.
Take a listen. Air Dubai Fort Collins
We also went to the rodeo at our local county fair (I'll share the fair stories with you at some point - the total Chicken Coops part of my life here)
This is Cowboy Jack singing the National Anthem. That's what I named him. His name is Jack. We met him at our favorite establishment here - Ace Gilletts If you've browsed here before you know this place - cool, dark, underground, cocktails that can't be duplicated - and you know I've been around ( Oh c'mon you know what I mean. Tune in Friday for a summer Happy Hour tour) So Jack and his cowboy friend Mark come in one night. TOTAL cowboys. In an underground speakeasy jazz kind of place right? And they order Coors Lights. Well you know that caught my attention. We bought them drinks because - how could we not? So fast forward - Jack makes an appearance most Friday nights - orders a non alcoholic drink, checks out the young girls - uh huh...then comes and talks to us. And on those special occasions, I talk him in to dancing with me. Ok. This is a jazz bar, no? Not country music, not polka...jazz. So we dance. And he complains. And jazz numbers are really long. So we both complain. Then he says it's too loud. It's just a bunch of noise he says, and then says he has to go home and put his horses to bed. Yup. That's our routine. I love this town.
I'm surprised any of these guys can walk after this
Then there's the bull riding
And the rodeo clowns. These guys are either very brave or very crazy. They're always right there to distract the bulls and protect the riders when they are thrown - which happens pretty much every time, but to tease a bull - on purpose? It wouldn't be my idea of fun. I love the rodeo. It's just so...American pioneerish? Country? Cool? Sexy?
Speaking of Athletes, one of our weekends was completely taken over by the USA Pro Challenge. Fort Collins was the finish for the 115 mile, stage 6 part of the cycling race that wound it's way through Colorado this year in 7 stages in as many days. Covering 573 miles where many of the starting and finish lines were higher in elevation than the tour de France, it was a rigorous, challenging, spectacularly beautiful state wide race. Now I don't normally follow cycling, but this was a really special, really amazing event. And again, watching anyone at the top of their game is impressive to me.
Peter Sagan winner of stage 6 from Slovakia. I know it's blurry but hey he's one of the fastest sprinters in the world - even after passing the finish line!
2nd place Luka Mezgec from Croatia (Woot woot! Ok I'm -well American - of course - but my family and ancestors are from Croatia, Slovenia, and Serbia - just call me Jovani like my Mom used to in certain situations)
3rd place Greg Van Avermaet Belgium
Bruno Pires Portugal (and my favorite French cafe in the background)
Fabio Calabrio Aus.
Janier Acevedo Columbia - don't quote me on this one
Phil Gaimon from USA
Lawrence Warbasse from USA. What I find fascinating when observing sports now, such as football, baseball, soccer (International futbol), swimming, gymnastics, cycling, even the rodeo riders, is the similarity of body types in the specific sports. You know how all swimmers have the huge shoulders and chests and taper down from there, football player have a similar muscular makeup, etc. Seeing these bicyclists up close they seriously all looked alike in body type. Shockingly thin, all muscle, about 5 percent body fat, it's all about the power to weight ratio. It's amazing how you can shape bodies with targeted exercise and what each sport's required strengths are. But I digress.
Now you're privy in case someone asks - you never know!
August was also filled with more trips, family, food, and reaquainting ourselves with the quieter side of our town.
Four days after decompressing from Miami, my daughter and I drove up to the mountains to stay for a week with my Mother and brother who were in Crested Butte for a month. From sea level to 9,375 feet in altitude in a week - not conducive to energy driven tasks of any kind
We like to celebrate and promote arts and culture here - and beer - and bikes - don't forget the bikes. Although I did pass up our annual Tour de Fat bike race last week. By this time of the year I'm pretty much worn out on crowds and festivals, so I opted out of dressing in a wig and tutu and joining 25,000 others to ride bikes and drink beer. I have my limits.
I found the perfect truck to go with it. Because I've always wanted a vintage red truck
Isn't it perfect! It's so me.
Yeah 'cause that wouldn't be a lot of work.
So that's the August roundup. I'm glad to be done with travelling for awhile. I'm ready to stay put and find my rhythm again. And be productive. Speaking of - gotta go sew.
Love this song!!! Here's to home - whatever and wherever that is for you, and confusion, and demons, and conquering them. And to the end of Summer.