In my earlier post, I forgot to mention that it's bear season up here (pre-hibernation) and the place where we ate last night had one come walking in the front door one night, about three years ago, and almost scared a guy to death. He was eating dinner and looked up and was staring at a big old bear. Luckily, Taster's has two doors (entry and exit) fairly near each other so the bear left pretty quick. They've had numerous bears in houses up here, and all over Colorado. Any trash for pick up is put inside wooden trash garages with heavy duty doors to discourage bear foraging. They are in the process of changing the door handles on the doors from a lever to a round knob, since bears are fairly intelligent--or maybe just persistent--when they are hungry. The same restaurant said they've had two red foxes visit lately, right around dusk. One is younger and smaller and must be developing a taste for Italian food. My kind of guy. Or gal.
We are sitting in the Aspen Airport listening to a C&W band with a fiddle player, banjo, bass, etc. Fred's already videoed them on his phone, and sent it to Benji--as a potential gig/ ski trip. Not. We just love pestering our kids. It's a full time job.
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