Florissant Fossil Beds National Monument is located in a grassy mountain valley in central Colorado. The Monument is home to one of the richest and most diverse fossil deposits in the world. Just outside the visitor center and along a marked walking trail you can see petrified redwood stumps up to 14 feet wide. Inside the visitor center you can look at some of the thousands of fossils of insects and plants that have been found at the Monument and which reveal the story of a very different, prehistoric Colorado, one with a much wetter and warmer climate. There is also a restored homestead worth a look. For more information on Florissant Fossil Beds visit https://www.nps.gov/flfo.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
“Here, let me help you,” Morgan said as she draped Devyn’s arm around her shoulders.
Morgan tried to relieve as much weight as she could from Devyn as she helped her hobble to the waiting vehicle. Once Devyn was seated in the cramped back seat, Morgan dug out her emergency supply bag. She handed Devyn a blanket and a bottle of water. “I have a first aid kit, but I think you need something a little more than a bandage.”
“It’s just a few scratches. I’ll live.”
Morgan could see why Nick trusted Devyn with his back. As she looked at the battered and bruised woman, who had taken off into the desert in the middle of the night in bare feet to prevent a criminal from getting away, she had to admire her. Devyn had to be in extreme pain, yet not a complaint escaped her lips.
“Make room in the back,” Nick huffed.
Morgan looked up to see Nick trudging toward her with an inert man slung over his shoulder. She raced to the tiny back cargo area and moved a few items around so Nick could squeeze the body in the vehicle.
“Is he dead?” Morgan whispered.
“Not quite, but we need to get him medical help A.S.A.P. The bullet didn’t hit any vital organs, but I’m not sure how much damage he suffered from the knock to the head”
Morgan watched as Nick set the man down in the vehicle, and then she joined Devyn in the back seat. Turning around and kneeling, she was able to lean over the seat and assess his injuries. She folded up a handkerchief and placed it over the gunshot wound and applied pressure. She wasn’t sure which was bleeding more, the bullet hole or the bump and cut to the head, but she had to try and slow the blood loss any way she could.
“That’s all we can do for now,” Nick said. “Just keep the pressure on the best you can.”
Morgan nodded as Nick secured the back and then got behind the wheel.
“You okay?” Nick asked as he turned to face Devyn.
“I’ve had better days, but sadly, I’ve had worse.”
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Saturday, October 15, 2016
Sometimes the simplest activities can be the most rewarding. Traffic aside, viewing the spectacular fall colors on Kenosha Pass in Colorado was a moving experience. I don’t remember ever seeing such brilliant and vibrant colors. I doubted all the hype, but found the scenery lived up to the billing.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Bernkastel was an unexpected surprise since we happened to visit during its annual wine festival. I always associated Germany with beer, but I have a new respect for its wines and endless vineyards.