I did not bother filling last night's blog with bitching and moaning abut sinus pain and lack of sleep, but suffice to say that after taking several prescription medicines that were not prescribed for me I slept 10 hours and am myself again today.
After a late wake-up and some raisin bran, it was time to hit this town.
Barbie prepares to dazzle the locals with her movie star shades.
Yesterday was about close-ups of bronze statues. Today is all about vistas. After all, you come to the mountains to look at, well, the mountains.
Sean and Barbie with yesterday's horse. Yes, the sculptor made the horse anatomically correct. Odd choice. I'd have made the horse female.
In general, you have to stand in the middle of the road. Not a problem during offseason.
That is snow right THERE.
Do not read this chart closely.
You can just picture a skier zipping down the mountain and right into a shop or restaurant.
Oops, a bronze statue makes it into today's Waste.
Sean assists the statue in his futile effort to tie his shoe. You cannot tie a bronze show, my friends. Do not even try.
Getting nearer to sundown. You better take care.
We went to Little Annie's for dinner. Sean had eaten lunch there and overheard the locals celebrating that tonight would be Fried Chicken Night.
I am speechless.
That magical time when the sun is setting but has not set.
We in California are used to sunsets over the ocean. This mountain sunset thing is okay, I guess.
If you look very closely... you just might see Venus.
Back at the condo, waiting for the 200th episode of South Park to start.
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