Lake City, Lake San Cristobal, CO.

Monday, August 29th, 2011

“My Daily Therapy, published Weekly or so…”

“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”
~ Cesare Pavese ~

Hwy #149

The squirrel froze in his steps, up he looked, right he went, changed his mind, one more look, indecision, I lost vision of him, I did not feel a thump. Did not neither saw him in my rear view mirrors. One saved Life. Half a mile passed, probably one of his long lost cousins, now only a bloody mass adorning the pavement awaiting the buzzards, breakfast time, might even push it into lunch. This time the indecision seemed to have taken this one’s Life.

Gunnison Lake, CO

The malady of the road and it’s miles passing by.

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I look up and amidst the clouds playing, a jet is leaving his disturbing out of place stream breaking the silent silence, lightning fast he is from here to there, gone so quick and now I am wondering about those 300 or so passengers each in their own little seat with their own little fold out tables and volume and light and air knobs. What are they doing? They “are” having breakfast. They did not have to wait for the squirrel’s finally wrongful indecision to be served. And what is “that” Captain really thinking while his machine on auto pilot is almost at it’s destination where some limo with a driver with a blue cap and a sign will be waiting for one of the lucky ones that will not have to yell for a cab. Is he also holding a Mc Donald Breakfast bag?

Hwy # 149

The malady of the road and it’s mindless thoughts is sometimes an incurable disease.

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Lake City we arrive. 149 from Gunnison was the road, one most beautiful curvy and slicing through the canyon, near by river, or is it a stream? Another colorful town, but the camera will not come out, yet. Only a quick cup of coffee and I am edgy, anxious as a force within me is pushing to go a bit further. We arrived when all within me dropped at the sight of San Cristobal Lake and campers on the other side. Up high on the cliffs, the cliffs with a view. More pull, that is where we are going, there.

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The malady is cured for the moment, in remission as the view, the smells, the senses of our destination unknown only minutes ago has lowered the inner temperature to a normal and doable one.

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And again I am left speechless. It is so often the case, I always mean it. Today “I really mean it”. What a view, I just sit here mindless, time warp to nowhere but the present.

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We have been here a few nights now passed. Cold nights, colder mornings when the out of the sleeping bag has everything to do with the position of the Sun finally coming over the Eastern crest. All I can do is sit here and take it all in. Tall cliffs over Lake San Cristobal, we are only about 15 feet from the ledge. It is a photo I will look at in winter times, but the screen will not share the today’s moments feelings. The wind’s murmurs passing through the pine trees, the constant changing pattern of the surface of the water, the clouds up above never resting at times dropping the temperature while hiding the sun, and then on often heating my skin exposed to the hot rays. It just does not get any better and 5 years of seeking has now paid off. This is real, this is the "Nirvana".

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We truly have not done much. I have a hard time getting away from this chair. The Town is of a true welcoming party. Everyone has a smile, a pleasant greeting, polite. It has been already a decisive morning ritual to take a ride to the "Lake City Bakery". What is good? Everything. I also have been once vacuumed into the old fashion "Soda Fountain" for a Root Beer Float! It took me back a few years. The flavors took on the memories of past youth. It brought on the realization of 63 years past and yet also the certitude that today with Spirit, we are doing "it".

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I met Dave in his Gallery within the first moments in Town before even knowing about the Lake. A Glass Artist for the past over 20 years now. He happens to be a good Friend of KC from Lander. What a small world. Mesmerized I was watching him do his Art. Blown Glass will never be the same for me when realizing the demand of the motions, the spinning, the blowing, working at times with clear glass then sprayed on with silver, red glass, all colors, dotted, plain…. it was a true experience. He is the one that send me into our “it” space. This is the same site my Friends KC and Mia camped just a couple weeks ago. As much as I was not aware of it, the Stars have been lined up creating this present Karma.

Dave, the Artist at work playing…



Our last day here. One more morning has come as again the Sun has finally made it’s way over to warm us up. Spirit as usual has not moved. Smart "old man" as I now call him. He will be up soon, expect his morning meal, his hike and his sun tan time while totally spread out taking it all in. He likes it here, the fresh air and in Town must feel welcome as this Dog Friendly Lake City sends him the good needed vibes.

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I discovered about myself what I have really known for a long time. The inability to stay in one place too long. I have come to term with such notion this morning as this space being one of the most beautiful stage we have camped on, and yet, I need to move on with the perfect knowledge that we have not even scratched the surface exploring the so many roads forking out. It is kind of sad and at the same time providing an inner excitement. This is what we do. It is as scouting an area and filing it for the next time. Will this ever change? I cannot think about it. It makes me apprehensive, it fills me with thoughts as to wonder what has happened to me these past years seeking "it" moments with all the others present in between.

Reflection in the Lake (2)

One more night… on the Lake… watching the headlights trace their delicate patterns on the water… The malady of the road is back and here we go again.

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Be well, always.

Ara & Spirit

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13 Responses to “Lake City, Lake San Cristobal, CO.”

  1. Dick (dharmabum) Says:


    As I think back upon a trip, the best cup of strong coffee I have ever had was sitting in a camp chair next to the Lake waiting for the sun to get high enough to allow me to remove my jacket. The sun rose, the jacket came off, more coffee was brewed, and I continued to sit long into the morning.

  2. Ara & Spirit Says:

    We are definitely on the same wavelength…. identical.

  3. heyduke50 Says:

    i spent a lot of summers backpacking the Uncompagre wilderness area around Lake City – really gorgeous country there…

  4. Dee Says:

    These pictures are truly “it”. I could “feel” sitting in your shade tent listing to the wonderful nothingness of the area with its still water reflections and clear air. It made me question why I ever left Colorado in the first place….thank you for the flood of memories it brought back! xo to Spirit!

  5. The Box Canyon Blogger Says:

    Ara my friend,
    Your photos capture the next best thing to reality. Bobbie and I love Lake City, it’s so unspoiled and well off the beaten track.
    We are on our way to the great Northwest… our adventures and roaming ways have returned (thanks in part to your teasing “Journal” and photos.
    Tho only in northern Utah a few miles from the Idaho border, I think I can smell the sea…
    Take care, and I hope we cross paths on the road or back in lovely Ouray.
    mark and Bj

  6. Ara & Spirit Says:

    Well, happy that you two are getting on the road. You paid your dues… We might see you in AZ sometime this winter. Sure would be fun!
    Dee… “Thank You” always for your kind words. Yes, why did you ever leave CO…? :-))))

  7. Dee Says:

    Beats me!!

  8. Ara & Spirit Says:

    Well, Dee, too late to move back?… Much land there, of course I am sure pricey.

  9. Dee Says:

    Some days I am ready to put my bulldog in the car and say Colorado, here we come. Other days, I say “are you out of your mind?” To be honest, I would love a little house in one of those small mountain towns where Lily (my bulldog) and I could roam free and enjoy quiet nights out on the front porch, but I am afraid it will have to remain “wishing”. It isn’t really too late, it just isn’t practical for me unfortunately. Some of my favorite photos are the ones you take with the white picket fences. I was raised on a 40 acre farm… and like they say, “you can take the girl out of farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the girl!”

  10. Ara & Spirit Says:

    Sometimes being “practical” is not the essence of Life! Do you think it has been “practical” being on the road for these past almost 5 years? Far from it… Contolled by Nature’s elements the hardships have been of many. Yet, it is the only path that provides the nurturing of the mind… so… Don’t try to rehearse this Life too much, we only have one chance. Thanks for writing Dee…

  11. leilani Says:

    Goodness, I’ve just been skimming through your archives and I had to come back up here to say that you’re an incredibly gifted photographer. It’s rather astonishing to me that someone with as extraordinary an eye for capturing the soul of the land as yours is has not made a full-time profession of it, in fact. I don’t know how you do it, but you make your landscapes almost talk to the viewer, I swear you do.

  12. Ara & Spirit Says:

    Thanks Leilani. Maybe that is what happens when blending in with Mother Nature day after day….

  13. Lyle Says:

    Ah, squirrels! I stopped once for two large grey ones who crossed in front of my bike. One kept running across the street, but the other froze just to the left of my front wheel. I sat there and watched as the wind played with the fur on his tail like it plays with a field of wheat. Marvelous. Made me wish I had a VCR wired into my eyes. Then, zing!, off he went, over to the side and up a tree.

    Thanks for the amazing pics and insight into Colorado towns. Next summer I’ll have to go exploring… not that far from Utah!

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