In Vino Veritas

Last weekend Melvin hit the road to take advantage of the last weekend of their National Parks pass. This time we decided to take the Old Fall River Road - a nine mile, one way, dirt road that offered some pretty tremendous views. We hiked most of the way up to Ypsilon, but the sky was looking a bit nasty, and we decided to turn back when the sprinkles started.






The marmots were out in full force, preparing for winter.


Not ready for the day to be over, we decided to hit the crater at Specimen Mountain again. You may recall that we sat there for what seemed like ages last summer waiting to see the big horn sheep. We are now 0 for 2. Darn sheep.

At least we could console ourselves with BLTs. Our tomatoes. Our lettuce. Very, very tasty. Mmm...bacon.


This past Friday was uncharacteristically dreary for Boulder, and I loved every minute of it. This 300+ days of sun thing is a lot to take. I used to love the sun. Now I mainly try and hide from it.

Well a rainy, 60 degree Friday night calls for some comfort food. Cheesy potatoes, to be exact. And summer squash. These days we eat summer squash every night. We broke out the mandoline, and Kevin started slicing away. It was going so well. Warning, the image after the following image may be disturbing. If you have a weak stomach, you may want to scroll quickly by.


Yes, this is a piece of Kevin's finger. It was a very clean cut, and the patient is recovering well. His pinkie may never be the same, but we've decided that it will be a forever reminder of a very fun night.


Cheese sauce and bread crumbs toasting in butter. We don't mess around.


Mmmm...cheesy potatoes.


Bellies full, we had a bit of wine.


And the kitties watched us get silly.


This bottle of "wine" got tossed. There is most definitely a reason it was on sale at the liquor store over the past few months. Bad wine. Bad finger.


Fun night.