Pike’s Peak or Bust: Rodeo and Parade

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*not all photos published due to wordpress issue.
Every year near the beginning of June, Colorado Springs welcomes the rodeo to town. This year was the 69th annual time that the citizen of Colorado Springs embraced the wild west lifestyle. With Colorado City, being the first territorial seat of Colorado back in the 1800’s, the rugged lifestyle has forever been forged into this region.   So in typical western fashion, downtown had a parade of horses. So myself and Derek headed downtown after work to see what this hoopla was all about. After making use of a handy handicap permit (cough), we made it right downtown and ontime.

The parade was pretty entertaining including sheriffs, horses, cowgirls, old’e cars, and cows.

Sheriffs in town
Sheriffs in town

My type of cowgirl
My type of cowgirl

parage of cowgirls
parage of cowgirls

type of clydesdales
type of clydesdales

Outside cowboys
Outside cowboys

native americans
native americans

Rodeo Guy
Rodeo Guy

Cowboy and Union soldier
Cowboy and Union soldier

Apache
Apache

The end of the parade was the coolest though. The Texas longhorn riders came strolling thorough town. It was pretty surreal to see cows roaming downtown.

The next day we went to the actual rodeo. We headed down from Sean’s apartment, after a very intense game of Mario Cart 64. Primed for some competition, we wandered through the gates.    After finding our seat amongst some other avid rodeo fans, we watch the first event; steer wrestling. This is where a cowboy ride next to steer and grabs it by the horns wrestling it to the ground. This was cool event, something that I would like to try. After that we got some nachos and food, and watch the tandem cattle roping from the sidelines. This was pretty intense event. One rider had to lasso the head of the calf, while the 2nd roped its back feet. There by complete mobilizing the cow and it look kinda painful, but oh well.   Other events followed, include barrel racing, single calf roping, bareback riding, and the actual bull riding. But by far the coolest part was when a cowboy on wild mustang, rounded up two buffalo in the middle of the ring. He chased the two wild beast around the ring, slightly directing them where his wish them to be. 3 times around the truck in the center of the bison lapped, until a quick move on the cowboys part, pushed the bison on to the bed of the truck. Then he pushed the great beast once more to the top of the trailer.  With the crack of his whip, confirmed he victory over the beast.

Running Bison
Running Bison

Elusive Bison
Elusive Bison

Corporate: Jet Setting

Stuck outside for now
Stuck outside for now

Corporations.  What’s it like being absorbed into the money making life fuel that powers the capitalist machine?  OK enough of the ramblings of the economic versifier, let talk about JETS!.   Yeah, jets.  Jets are the power toys of the Corporate elite.  They are marketed to a couple different groups of clientele.  First, you  have the typical rich person who desires the need to fly to their different homes, vacations spots, or to Italy for dinner.  Next are the competitive CEO types, which amounts to a basic pissing contest between one another of who got the biggest baddest toys.  Lastly is my favorite the globe trotting playboy,   a man who needs the means to fly to exotic locals, to sweep away gorgeous vixens.

I’d like my experience was the latter, because that would make a much better story.  However, my

My plane awaits for me
My plane awaits for me

experience was with the ordinary corporate jet.  Last week, my friend Alison needed dropped off at the airport.  I was volunteered (no, I did not say “I volunteered”) to drive her to the airport, because everyone had other “stuff” to do at 7 AM on their day off for the 4 of July (I am superfriend).   But little did the others know what they would miss.

As I picked up Alison early in the morning, still groggy from (accidentally) watching back to back flicks culminating with IMAX transformers (very good, rawr, Megan Fox) the night before, I learned that I not going to the commercial airline terminal, but instead I am headed to the Corporate Jet Center.  I was instantly awakened from my half eyed slumber.   I pulled into the jet terminal,  only to see barb-wire fence stopping me from driving right on to the tarmac.   My hopes were slightly dashed.  However, curiosity pushed me further. We went inside to check-in, and low and behold the pilot was just hanging out drinking some coffee.  I could tell right off the bat this was a chill dude.   He noticed that we were early, and after some sweet talking, he asked if we wanted to check out the plane.  I definitely had a mental high-five moment at this point.   Walking on to the terminal and beside the hanger, this is what I basically saw.

Ludacris – Area Codes (Beware.)
The red carpet
The red carpet

The jet was seriously plush – complete with the red carpet rolled out for me.  Immediately I noticed the personalized initials on the wings and tail, they exuded classiness and I could have sworn they really formed a capital N (for nevko, duh).  As soon as I boarded the jet, I was immediately graced with a fully stocked bar. Including champagne (no Andre here), the finest liquors, and tuna for the in-flight meal.  The cabin had fine wood inlay and flush mounted lcd tvs.  Unknowingly, I took a seat  in “the BOSS’S”  chair.  Man this chair was awesome.  I think there was more cushion in that seat, than all the lazyboys in the world.   For a few moments, I felt naturally at home, like a BOSS.

Taking control of the Cockpit
Taking control of the Cockpit

After talking with the pilot and co-pilot for awhile, they convinced me to checkout the cockpit.   Always sucker for people in uniform (ladies hint hint), I was instantly swayed.  This thing was like a real-life flight simulator.  All the knobs, buttons, levers, and pedals were all there.  I definitely played with yoke and rudders, which made me think of changing careers.    Then the pilot came in and  started up the engines.  Immediately, all the gauges came to life making this a truely real experience.   After having my fun, I decided to figure what use this plane actually gets.  From what I gathered, the owners normally fly to 3 places; Aspen, Maimi, and Italy, and the flight from COS to ATL normally takes about 2.5 hrs.  This thing was a cruiser and the owner where apparently very unassuming about being extensively well to do.

That pretty much rapped up my 1st experience on a corporate jet. I hope its not the last.   I’ll leave you with some specs of this machine.

Name: Falcon 2000

Manufacturer:  Dassault-Falcon

Speed: Mach .8

Capacity: 8 seats. (lots of leg room)

Range 3,800 nautical miles.

Price: $20,000,000

http://www.dassaultfalcon.com/aircraft/2000ex/

Plane in Flight
Plane in Flight

The fully stocked bar.
The fully stocked bar.

Umbrella Storage- very important.
Umbrella Storage- very important.

Flight Manual
Flight Manual

Alison boarding
Alison boarding

Plushness at it best
Plushness at it best

The cabin
The cabin

The Boss
The Boss

Gauges off
Gauges off

Allison getting sucked into an engine
Allison getting sucked into an engine

Full power, clear runway A-1
Full power, clear runway A-1

Throttle up
Throttle up

Dodads and switches
Dodads and switches

The Tourist Experience to RMNP

Verns C-Rolls
Verns C-Rolls

After Brewfest(around 8PM), we decided to camp for the night.  So Dave led the drive into the Mountains to find somewhere to camp.  We setup shop at the top of the cell-tower road overlooking the town of Ft. Collins.  We hike several yards down into the woods and found a sweet spot.  We immediately went to camp ‘readiness mode’.  Dave setup the tents, the girls went about gathering a huge amount of firewood, and I “the master of fire” made of huge fire ring out of all the near by boulders.  Within 15 Min’s camp was setup, a roaring fire was flickering about, and food was being cooked.  We feasted, watched stars and passed out on a nice cool evening.

Being Prey'd on
Being Prey'd on

The next morning, we went to Vern’s Place for breakfast. Vern’s was an awesome restaurant. First of all, its first come first serve.  There is no hostess to seat you. You have to rush and claim a table before someone else does.  Secondly is the huge amount of stuffed dead animals on the wall.  This look is  exactly how I want my house to look like in the future.  Third is the Vern’s Huge Famous Cinnamon rolls.  These were the most delicious and ridiculous cinnamon rolls that I have ever eaten (sorry Dad, yours were semi-close).   Each one was the size of a dinner plate.  Vern’s Place looks like a hole in the wall from the 1930’s because it is and that’s what makes it awesome.  It was built to support the workers constructing the nearby Horsetooth Reservoir.

After our pleasant breakfast, we took off to RMNP (Rocky Mountain Nation Park) because Dave and Katie, have never been.  I suggested we do the quick driving tour of the park since it was Sunday and we eventually need to get back to COS.  RMNP on the weekends is definably a tourist trap.  Everyone is out to enjoy nature from the the comforts of their cars.  Basically, RMNP allows people to see animals and majestic view with great ease.

RNMP-0004On some of the pull overs, Dave and I came to the realization that it is great fun make other people’s mothers nervous.  We did our best to be adventurous/bad influences to little kids that could only standby and watched us hop safety barriers, climbing on rock cliffs, and other sorts of tumultuous activities.  It was great fun to hear the whispers of mothers saying to their kids, “now, don’t you ever, ever, ever do that.”   But I think the kids saw how much more fun we were having and break their mothers wishes.

I also decided the traffic was becoming a problem on ridge road.  So I built a snowman traffic cop in the center of the road to stop all the driving infractions.  People seemed to not heed the snowman attempts at civil order, and instead decided to start taking picture with it.  That snowman was terrible enforcing order.

RMNP is a great place to go if you want to check out what the Rocky Mtns are about, but only have a day to do so. Below are some more pictures from the trip.

The BrewFest of Fort Collins

Waiting in Line
Waiting in Line
This past weekend, myself and some of the Colorado Springs crew went up to experience the long infamous Fort Collins BrewFest. Brewfest is a festival within Fort Collins celebrating the gift that is beer.  Many of Colorado famous breweries setup up shop and deal out the carbohydrate libations to thousand of thirsty college students.    The line to purchase the bands proving legal age was several hundred yards long.

Looking back at the Lines. Lots of Thirsty People
Looking back at the Lines. Lots of Thirsty People
People where very thirsty waiting in line, but we took this opportunity to ensure that we would not suffer the bouts of dehydration as well as keep ourselves entertained.

After having our ids check several times, we were allowed to proceed and a purchase tokens for beer. One token equaled one beer, but we soon learned several tricks to make our tokens go a little bit further. There were three techniques to be exact.

  • The fake dunk method ( Slight of hand showing the motion of place the token in the  bucket)
  • The token snap procedure (break the token and ‘wallah’ you have two tokens now to place in the bucket)
  • The booty short-shorts approach (proposed by Dr. D-Money PHD. MB. OW.)

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Unoffical Map of the Event
Before proceeding into the case study and live field test of the “Booty short-shorts appoarch”, let me talk about the atmosphere.  Ft.  Collins blocked off  2 intersecting streets, with provide a nice live-square to mingle.  The target demographic was definitely tailored to the college crowd. Live music, food and beer where the only things that graced the square.  The 3 ends of the intersecting streets were block with 3 semi-trailers filled with kegs of beer.   (See the layout diagram)  The square was also heavily patroled by police making it a very safe environment.

brew-dudes2The day was hot and sunny, which made everyone bring out the shorts, skirts and sunglasses.  I will have to say that this was one of the largest gathering of scenester sunglasses that I have seen since opening day at A-basin or the Lovefest of Califorina.  I saw multiple copies of my old sunglasses, which I now cannot wear anymore.  However,  I was prepared that day and brought along my newest sunglasses to try and maintain my freshness.

Since we around at Brewfest at noon, the sun was extremely hot  and bright (the altitude is killer).  Derek, Will, and I decide now would be the best time to breakout our special shorts.  This was a great call because our knees were getting really sweaty.

Knees were no longer sweaty
Knees were no longer sweaty
Yum .. Free
Yum .. Free

However to our surprise, people were not accustom to our shorts.   People were shy to this idea so we decided to go on a goodwill mission and make as many new friends as possible and open some minds.   People’s reactions fell into into one of two categorizes, of either amazement or jealously.   The mission started off alittle weird. People would passed and do a double or triple take,  but since it was our job to open minds to the world of man shorts again, we would let out our battle cry, “Hey, don’t worry… Looks are free”.  After hearing that people knew that it was ok to come closer and see what this was all about.  After awhile, we recruited several other dudes, who wanted to join our short-shorts crusaded.   They would proceed to roll their shorts up to free the cool breeze on there knees.  I believe we forever changed their lives.

The shorts also got us lots of free drinks for some reason.  I do not know why, but almost all of or free drinks came from girls.  I guess they were supportive in our ideals that short-shorts are just not for girls anymore.  End the double standard.  A couple girls were definitely jealous that our shorts were shorter and got more attention than theirs.

We made lots of friends that day, including a cop or two, and I

think we open some doors for some people to a brave new world.

-Thank you, Brewfest (the State College of CO)

Girls, got us drinks
Girls, got us drinks
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Wayback Wednesday #1

So on Wednesdays (every now and then) , I’m going to try and give a little story about a past adventure. For the first installment, I thought I’d talked about one of my first climbs on a 14er (14,000ft mt.) in Colorado.

The Roof was quite comfy to sleep on
The Roof was quite comfy to sleep on

Now my memories is a bit fuzzy on the detail of the trip, as it occurred back in the summer of 2007, during my initial internship out in Colorado. I met up with my friend Ben from, Boulder, Co, and couple of his buddies. We head to southern Colorado, to a mountain called “Mt. Blanca”. Mt Blanca is located just south of the Sand-Dunes in Colorado and is surrounded by several other 14er neighbors, “Little Bear”, “Ellingwood Point” and “Mt. Lindsey”.

The start of the journey
The start of the journey

At the start of the trip, we slept at the foot of the trail and mountain. Early in morning(around 4-5AM) we took off to trek a extreme 4×4 trail to the next base camp. The trail was very rugged and tretrous at parts. Narrow drop offs, epic views, and abandon cabins littered the trail as you continue to climb higher and higher into the air.

We setup base camp at around 11,800 feet, after starting out at 8,000ft and traveling about 7 miles. Base camp was great. It had such majestic views and tranquil surroundings. The part that I enjoyed the most, was wandering around and exploring old cabins and abandon gold mines. After camp was setup, we decided to continue along and try to ascend the rest of Mt. Blanca in one day (tough feat, about 10 miles one way).

The second leg was extremely beautiful. Alpine lakes, craggy rocks, and the tease of fog hiding our final destination. We had about 2,500ft left to go. Some of the views are just speechless….(see below)

Never the

less the trip was cut short when we were 100ft from the top. An extreme lightning storm swept and destroyed any hope of making it to the top that day. We decided that not being lit up was a better choice than claiming the ascent. So we went back the 3 miles to base camp and made some dinner and slept. I was hit with a bit altitude sickness, so I didn’t get to climb it again the next morning. But the others in my group got the chance.

I hope to make it back there some day and conquer Little Bear. It is said to be the hardest 14er there is.

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Panorama

View from Base Camp
View from Base Camp

Abandon Cabin
Abandon Cabin

Alpine Waterfall
Alpine Waterfall

Back towards base camp
Back towards base camp

Looking back at the valley we traveled up
Looking back at the valley we traveled up

View from the knife's edge
View from the knife's edge

Alittle Alpine Champange Celebration
Alittle Alpine Champange Celebration

The edge of the storm
The edge of the storm