Three

It was already 60 degrees in

the city when we embarked at

just a nick past 11 am today. Kinda

warm for November it seems.

Not quite as warm up at Loveland,

but not exactly cold either. A big douchebag

cloud blocked our rays, thereby,

interrupting our shockra, and ultimately

"F"ing up our chi, so we kept it brief.

Now the pictorial evidence.

Gusty on the Divide.

Patrol Shack-a-lacka-boom.

Glen chatting up the lady folk.

"Broexist".

Broexisting.

Local rumblings have up to

a foot of snow coming tomorrow,

golly I hope they are right.

Go Stillers, bye now.