||[May. 12th, 2016|09:45 pm]
sprockets, sockets, grommets & gaskets
Tuesday was super windy, gusty, enough so that one big gust just about blew a vulture into the side of my head while I was out riding my bike.
Have any of you ever seen a vulture close-up? More specifically, have any of you ever seen a vulture cleaning a deer skull using nothing but its beak, and stripping all the skin off a deer skull? In, like, two minutes flat?
Totes glad I had a helmet.
I mean, there was still space between me and Stinky McRazorface, but it is easy for me to imagine how poorly that could have gone.
Wednesday, out riding, watching a ton of toddlers playing down in prairie dog holes. I don't know what their parents were thinking. People catch the plague out here. People die of the plague, two last year, in this immediate area.
Today, out riding with the Xilinx group, who are wickedly fast. For once they didn't totally maul me, despite, perhaps because, two of them are off to North Carolina later in the week for the US National Championships, where one will take first in time trials and the other will take second, and probably the reverse for the road race.
I am so tired.
Apparently I'm beginning to look 'chiseled', which is code for man I've lost a ton of weight.
What else. About two weeks ago, someone found a rabid skunk about three blocks from here, which is the first time in recorded history that a land animal has tested positive for rabies in the Denver area. A couple of days ago someone found another rabid skunk. I'm now less enthusiastic about my back yard playing host to SkunkFest2016.
petrona has been posting abandoned places pictures.
I was reminded of these from down the street from my workplace. Given their age and how deeply one is covered, I suspect they were deposited downstream from their original location in the truly enormous flood of 1965.
(detritus in foreground the result of the fairly enormous flood of 2013.)
Closeup of the second, as the detritus prevents me getting near it.
Tonight the tomato plants are staying outdoors. They're not planted in the ground, still in pots, but they're on the final countdown.