by the Left Coast Rebel
On the road from Denver to Boulder. Note the Rockies in the disance and the snow-laden peaks. Last week brought the area a nice little storm, a flurry of snowfall at higher elevations. Today was 75 degrees however.......
Meet Beaver. Beaver is a pro bass fisherman and current record holder for large mouth bass caught in the state. Beaver was a lively, colorful fellow. I actually encountered him whilst sitting alone in the car, waiting for the others to check in to our hotel. He spotted me from a distance and beckoned that I join him in his pre-game Brat/beer/chips/soda festivity. Beaver actually had a small booth and cook station setup on the hotel grounds, he apparently knew the owner of the property. I snapped this pic of him when he wasn't looking. Here's how our meeting went -
Me - Hmm, what's that smell? Is someone cooking something? Wait, it looks like that guy over there under the awning......
Beaver @ 200 yards - Hey, you! You can't just sit in the car like that, quit your lolly-gaggin', can't you see I'm cooking here? Where's your team colors? Come enjoy a brat and a beer with me. Come on, don't be shy! Yeah, you!
Me - Hmm, well what would the girls think.....screw that, I'm hungry.....
Welcome to CO, what a character.
The Sink in Boulder. The Sink is a local watering hole/hangout that is famous with CO residents, replete with graffitiized walls inside, high enough noise levels at all times to induce hoarseness by merely communicating to friends and was the former employer of a certain young janitor in the 1940's by the name of Robert Redford.
Now check this out folks. This painting is on one of the walls in The Sink. Clearly depicting the Hand of Heaven, (not God mind you), smashing down on an Official Slob, while Greenpeace @ left marches away the whales and the dolphins. Wow. It may be tough to decipher but the pic @ right shows a bunch of white baby seals clubbing an Exxon executive. To death. Yes, to death. See the caption @ top left, right above the seal that says "Pretty Slick Exxon"? Talk about kookery. This stuff is all over the town.......
In his natural environment. A Hippy-Ghost of Christmas Past spotted and photographed inside the Boulder Book Store. My wife snapped this picture, he apparently thought it to be quite a hoot. After he exited the Boulder Book Store, he grabbed his bike and went across the street. While waiting for a cab, I watched him smoke a cigarette, then a joint and repeat. At least he was consistent.........
Now excuse me for the evening, I'm exhausted......








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