Yesterday was my birthday. I awoke in a fog. For the past three nights I had been gigging, getting back late, and getting up earlier than I would have liked. It started out slowly, but what a day....
I spent most of the day hiking with my wife Andria and friend Drew. We headed up to the Longmont Reservoir on a picture-perfect Colorado summer day. On the way up we saw three huge Golden Eagles, gracefully and efficiently performing their concentric figure-eight hunting loops over the hilly terrain. Andria, as always, seemed to draw birds to our location. Soon we were inundated with a variety of species. It was one of those moments that defies description and is the real reason I love Colorado so much. The afternoon light of the red rocks of the foothills; the scent of pine on a warm breeze; the cobalt-blue sky above with thunderheads billowing off to the east; the river rushing over the rocks. Just perfect. Soon we reached our destination, a little cove along the the reservoir that was ideal for poaching a dip in the surprisingly warm water. It was a perfect place to relax and swim.
And we were not the only species to think so. As we got settled, we noticed pile after pile of cat feces and began to notice an aroma of cat urine. The more we looked around, the more we saw. It was a giant, well used Mountain Lion Litter Box. When Andria dove into the reservoir, she loosened a big rock as she jumped. The loosened rock somehow ejected a hearty serving of Mountain Lion poop into the water, and the floaters seemed to chase her around as she tried to get out of the water. All in all, there was a sizable area that was just literally covered in Cat Scat. You would think that there would have been a huge African Lion-sized pride of Cougars sunning about on the rocks all over the place. We didn't want to find out what their schedule was, and the sun was starting to get pretty low in the sky. Enough was enough. Time to leave!
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