Hay to all. Little update. Feeling much better on the Bell's Palsey recovery. Most of the problem left is just the paralysis. I work at it and try to make the nerves connect. I get more out of the left eyelid than any of the rest of the left side of my face. This will be good for me. Don't take it that I'm not shooting for a full recovery, but if I were to get the blink back, I could live with the rest.
I guess all of you know the deal we are doing through Kim. Let's get what you are chipping in on in to her so this thing gets completed properly. I think it is a good thing. Looking forward to seeing it someday.
How bout that Mike and Becky? Going back to CO! If you ain't never been out there, make plans. There are some views that you just can't see nowhere else. The last time I was out there, I was climbing to the highest peak, Mt. Evans, and I was about to break the peak to get the grand view of views, and unbeknownst to me, on the side of the mountain I couldn't see a storm was coming in. Bout the time I heard a thunderclap and saw the lightning bolts, I got the park ranger down below yelling for me to get off the mountain. As I lacked just a few yards completing my journey, I was really frustrated; but not enough to go to jail. And as the snow hit my face, towards the end of June, it didn't take much more to get me to go back down. Beautiful place to see. I'm sure Mike and Beck would tell you how to get there real easy. I went over to the Royal Gorge, walked across the nation's highest, at least, suspension bridge. When you are up there, you can watch a full size train go through the gorge and it is smaller than HO scale model from your perspective. Also took the time to go down to the "creek" at the bottom of the gorge. When you get down there you are at the headwaters of the Arkansas River, not exactly a creek. In and out of that gorge there is the opportunity to see several species of hummingbirds. Being ornithologist that I am, well, think I am, it was neat to see so many different types, other than the ruby-throated that we are dominated by in this region. Also, if you are used to watching the ruby-throated and how they are so combative, no matter how many feeders are out, it was neat to watch the rainbow of feathers taking turns in such a large number at a remote feeder I located and had time to sit still and quiet alone for a few.
The lady I talked to on Mt. Evans who grew up living in the highest gift shop/restaurant/
bathroom/soda fountain/saloon left at that elevation, asked, "Where are you from?" Course, I said, "Bon Aqua, Tennessee". And she said, "Is that anywhere close to the Smokies?" I told her we were about halfway (through TN) and that they sure don't stick out of the ground like the Rockies, but then again, we'd had a few more thousand years to fall apart. She said, "Yes, but we don't touch the colors ya'll have." But you know, I've had a few scenes from the Ozarks that have burnt pictures in my memory.
Just things we've done. Things we want to do. Just wanted to share a thought. Got to get back to the grind.
Love you all, bsr
