Friday, June 30, 2006


It was a good conference in Las Vegas. It’s a conference for small firm owners, so we always get lots of good business ideas. This year, we had an additional agenda. We’re at capacity for our mobile office jobs, but there is more demand for what we do. It’s fun to promote what we offer, but we can’t do that without adding capacity. We want to recruit another team or two to do what Judy and I do, travel around Colorado and New Mexico in an RV, working with nonprofit organizations. How hard could that be? All we have to do is find the intersect between the population of Certified Public Accountants, and the population of people who have RVs and want to live full-time in them. We’ve put some ads out, but haven’t had any qualified responses yet.

So we went to the conference armed with handouts. At the roundtable luncheon for small firm owners, we always break into discussion groups. I presented my problem to the discussion group. The moderator got hold of it and had me present it to the entire room.

A couple days later, at the breakout session for building a specialty practice, I got called on again to explain to the full room what we’re doing for a niche practice and what we’re looking for. I was introduced with references to old hippies, Bob Dylan, and Willie Nelson.

Lots of good exposure; a few hundred people heard about us. Nothing has come of it yet, but I’m sure we got a lot of people thinking. We handed out cards, so no telling who will get in touch with us.

It was a good conference.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Some days

Some days are more fun than others. The first part of Monday was fine; we met our new client and got a good start on the job. It was less fun when Annie ate rat poison. Luckily, Judy saw her do it, got her to stop, and cleared all the unswallowed poison out of her mouth. Within fifteen minutes, we had Annie to the vet, and the vet had given her a shot to induce vomiting. Most of the poison got out before it made it into her system. D-con rat poison thins the blood so it won’t clot. Annie will be on blood thickening, clotting, medication for the next few weeks, just in case.

Judy and Annie settled in for a quiet recuperation back at the motorhome and I went back to work, but then Judy tried to knock herself out by accidentally walking into one of the motorhome slides while she was outside. She didn’t actually knock herself out, but she did knock herself down. Left a mark. Mild concussion, taking a few days to resolve.

A while back, Skip asked us to keep track of all the mistakes that can be made while motorhoming, so he’d have a complete list of things to avoid. Well Skip, we’re still working on it.

Life on the road.


Killdeer in Cortez at the KOA. Eggs perfectly camouflaged so they'll be safe. No predator is going to spot them right in the middle of the driveway.

Sunday, June 25, 2006


Travel day. Ridgway to Craig. Pretty much straight north for two hundred miles. Still in Colorado. Nice drive. Here for a new client starting tomorrow.

We spent last week in pinon juniper/riparian. Saw a lot of different kinds of birds, fifty altogether. Now we've gone this far north and guess what.... we're in pinon juniper/riparian. No juniper titmouse yet, but we'll keep looking.


Of course the stop at Cortez last week means a cart ride with Bernie.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Las vegas

In Las Vegas, we spotted the Euro-coach. German guy, had it shipped over to him so he could tour the US. Thirty-three feet altogether. Ramp comes out the back and the little car winches right up inside.

He can speak english much better than we can speak german, but conversation was difficult. We gather he can stay for three-years, but his coach can only stay one, then it has to go back to germany. He was interested in our motorhome. He might buy one to use for the next several years, but he wants to go to mexico too, so might have to get something smaller.

Life on the road.


Our front yard.


The downhill trail to the stream, through the meadow, degenerates to a push through willows to get to the water. The weather warm, the sky blue. The sound of the stream and the repeating call of the spotted sandpiper echo off the rock wall opposite. Catching and releasing rainbow trout in a pool so still and clear you can watch the fish rise, not to the fly on the surface, but to the nymph dropped two feet below. Fish within our sight, holding behind underwater structure, watching for their favorite food to drift by, some choosing what we offer instead. Fish farther out, fish we can’t see from where we stand, responding the same, when we cast our flies to the other side of the stream to float to them in a similar fashion. Sometimes nothing works. Sometimes everything works.

As the evening progressed, a beaver surfaced, circled, eyed us squarely from that broad head, turned away, slapped the water hard with his tail, a sound like a boulder being thrown into the water with both hands, and dove. It was his turn in the pond, but we didn’t leave. He did it again. We stayed. After six times we left. We moved downstream and fished some different water. Sploosh! He did it again. Every pond in the stream was his. Our time was up.

An experience to remember.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Las vegas

We carry our own carport.

Americas cup

Three hundred sixty-five days until the first race of the 2007 Americas Cup Match.

Three hundred forty-two days until the Americas Cup Challenger Series.


But you have to be sooo careful when photographing the elusive chukar. If you get too close, and irritate them, you could find yourself on the receiving end of a terrifying charge.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Chukar family

And the elusive chukar chicks.

From: Steve Taylor []
Sent: Tuesday, June 20, 2006 9:32 PM
Subject: chukar family

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


The elusive chukar.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006


We had a good fountain view.

Monday, June 19, 2006


Saturday. Hovenweep National Monument. Never been there before. It’s not on the way to anywhere. You have to really want to go there. That made us want to go there. That, and their pinon juniper habitat. A day-trip in the Jeep. Winding two-lane along the river west into Utah, then loop around to the north and almost back to Colorado. Wide open. Dry. Pinon juniper. Mesa. Ancient Puebloan stone towers on the edge of canyons where springs used to be. Lot of little birds. No juniper titmouse. A nice day, nonetheless.


Sunday. Ride the Rockies. Two thousand bicycles riding from town to town through the mountains all over Colorado for a week. This year it starts in Cortez. An easy day for them today, just fifty miles or so from Cortez to Durango. We saw them off (Have a good ride, Nancy).

But enough of Cortez. On to Ridgway. We had our routing choices: east to Durango then north over Red Mountain Pass, or north to Dolores then Lizard Head Pass past Telluride, or east almost to Utah, then north through Slick Rock down into Disappointment Valley and east over Dallas Divide into Ridgway. The Durango route was clogged with bicycles and goes over the highest passes. The Dolores/Lizard head route goes right past Telluride, but they’re having their Bluegrass Festival (attendance 10,000) this weekend and traffic should be a mess. We opted for the desolate route, performing an end-run around the mountains to approach Ridgway by the back way through arid canyons instead of mountain passes. Saw about six cars along the way.

Settled in at the State Park in our usual spot. No cellphone signal. Judy found a good satellite dish technician while we were in Las Vegas and he got our dish running again, so we have a good internet connection.

Happy Fathers Day.

Sunday, June 18, 2006


Enough of Kanab. We head off past Vermillion Cliffs. They’re the ones below Pink Cliffs, and White Cliffs. There are some California Condors flying free in the neighborhood of Vermillion Cliffs, but we didn’t detour to look for them. We followed Highway 89 past Big Water and Lone Rock. Back into Arizona. A good view of Lake Powell. A bridge right above the Glen Canyon Dam, a loop around the power plants at Page. Through Warm Creek, Baby Rock, Rough Rock, Mexican Water, and Red Mesa. Past the southern end of Monument Valley, Four Corners, and settled down at our favorite KOA in Cortez. What a ride!

Kaibab Indians around Pipe Spring, I think they were Paiutes. Hopi, Mountain Utes and Southern Utes in Colorado. We spent most of our day in the Navajo Nation.

Three planets aligned on the western horizon as the sun set.

Saturday, June 17, 2006


We have a name for rock formations like this in kodachrome basin. They're called...... chimneys.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Kodachrome basin

And then, in Utah....

Leaving las vegas

Not depressing like the movie of the same name. Not depressing at all.

It was a very good conference. It was a good chance to visit with Ken Roth. We stayed at the Bellagio, and I love our fountain view and the conference facilities at the Bellagio. But as good as it was there, it was soo good to get back to our own house.

Drove from Las Vegas to Kanab, Utah, a good staging point to bird Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park for the elusive juniper titmouse….. A five state day. Drove north on I-15, tanked up at Mesquite and headed up the Virgin River Gorge to Saint George, hung a right to Hurricane, dropped down through Brother Bill’s favorite place, Colorado City, then Pipe Spring National Monument, back up into Utah to an RV Park in Kanab. Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Arizona, Utah. Not a particularly birdy place, Coral Pink Sand Dunes. Listed a dozen birds, but nothing unusual, and no juniper titmouse. Oh well, there are titmice in Colorado too, we hear. Maybe southwestern Colorado outside Cortez….


They were a block away from school, on the last day of the school year, when the little voice from the back seat asked: “Mom. Where are my shoes?”

Explanation following inquiry: “I didn’t know I needed them.” On the last day of school?

Our daughter, reports that she did not call our granddaughter a moron.


Heading west from the front range, we got this for a campsite in Debeque Canyon.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Life sucks!

The motorhome got the annual inspection for the state of Texas. When a vehicle is approved, a sticker is attached to the lower left corner of the windshield. A sticker that cannot be moved. A sticker that cannot be removed without destroying it. A sticker that I’m going to have to look at for the next year.

In the photo…. The upper sticker is the one I applied. The one below it, the one the inspection technician applied.


You can pull into the Boulder County Fairgrounds campground on a busy weekend, and it looks like this.


But then by Monday, when all the dogshow people have gone home, it looks like this.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Connection speed

Connection update in Las Vegas.

With the Verizon card, 350k download, 3,930 upload.

With the dish (we got the dish fixed), 857 download, 89 upload.

But the dish is way cool. It's got gps, you push one button it deploys and finds the satellite. It glows blue at night. What could be cooler than that???

David, are you underwater?

Health update

Two kinds of heart tests: both form and function. The results…. Contradictory.

The form test, the heart scan, says I have advanced coronary heart disease; significant accumulation of plaque on or in my arteries. In fact, I'm in the worst ten percent of men my age. I have lowered my cholesterol in the last two years without using prescription drugs, but apparently not enough. The heart scan is worse than the one from two years ago.

The other look, the function test, the nuclear stress test on the treadmill, says there is absolutely no compromise of function; blood flow through all arteries is perfect. Odd huh? Which test do we believe? The cardiologist says both results are legitimate.

Unmedicated, my resting heart rate is 55, blood pressure 120s over 70s, calculated maximum heart rate 160, my maximum heart rate on the treadmill 165. How can my heart be in such bad shape, yet be in such good shape? Now we need to lower my LDL cholesterol enough to stop the accumulation of plaque. We need to drug it.

Boggles the mind, doesn’t it? It boggles both of ours.

Sunday, June 11, 2006


An easy drive into Las Vegas. Got the coach all set up at the RV Park. Had a nice visit with Cousin Ed.

Tomorrow, Let the conference begin!

Friday, June 9, 2006


Thursday, we drove Interstate 70 from Palisade, outside Grand Junction, across the magnificent badlands west of Green River to Richfield, perhaps our son's favorite drive. South on Highway 89 through Panguich, then to the KOA in Cannonville, Utah, just outside Kodachrome Basin State Park; according to the abundance charts, the heaviest concentration of juniper titmouse on the planet.

Friday morning. Up early for four hours of birding in perfect juniper titmouse habitat. The results? We listed twenty-five birds, some really neat for us, like ash-throated flycatcher, golden eagle, and chukar....., but no juniper titmouse. Not this trip. Loved Kodachrome Basin.

Friday afternoon, on the move again, around the north side of Zion, over the mountains on highwy 20, south on Interstate 15 past Cedar City, Saint George, through the Virgin River Gorge, into Nevada to Desert Skies RV Park in Mesquite, nicely set up for an early arrival Saturday in Las Vegas tomorrow for the conference.


There are so many ways to make a living on the road.

This is a neighbor in Steamboat Springs. Every morning brought a cup of coffee, a cigarette, a telephone earpiece, and hours of conversation. She appears to be making her living on the road. We have no idea what she is selling, or talking about, but she has figured out how to do it from a trailer in Steamboat.

Wednesday, June 7, 2006

Travel update

Saturday. A winding two lane through the forest from Durango to Pagosa. An eight mile twenty-five mph uphill grind to the top of Wolf Creek, then a twelve mile, twenty-five mph ride down the other side to South fork. West to east. This is the easier way across the pass; an easier downhill going this way. It’s all about the downhill.

Lunch in Monte Vista, across the San Luis valley, through Alamosa, over La Veta Pass (hardly even notice this one), down the hill to Walsenburg, hang a left, through Pueblo, and stop for the night just south of Colorado Springs. Pizza dinner at the KOA CafĂ©. Won’t make that mistake again soon.

An easy day Sunday, north to the Boulder County Fairgrounds in Longmont. We were there for seventy-two hours. Appointments, errands, kids, and grandkids. Left today at lunch; stopped for the night at Island Acres State Park in Debeque Canyon, just east of Grand Junction. Tomorrow, Utah.

Utah. They have juniper titmouse in Utah, don’t they?

Monday, June 5, 2006

Connection speed

We go so many different places and get so many different kinds of connections, we never know what our connection speed is going to be. There is a website we go to which will measure the true upload and download speeds. Sometime it's as slow as as couple hundred "k" each.

This week, with the Verizon card, we get a really strange reading. We get 679 download, and 3,181 upload. That's quite a difference between the two, but really really fast for sending stuff.

Weekend upupdate

A week ago, it was Monday night, Memorial Day, we're in Colorado, and I'm ordered to appear for jury duty at 8am Tuesday morning, in Corpus Christi, Texas, or face the wrath of the court.

I called and called, but they are not set up to receive phone called excuses. In fact, all their recorded messages as well as their website state that rescheduling is not allowed and there are no excuses.

So I wrote them a letter. I apologized for not being there. I explained why I wasn't there. I told them I would be there in January. I volunteered to reschedule and come in sooner if they wanted, and could get reasonable notice to me. I even gave them my phone number! (actually, I gave them Judy's phone number)

Seems like a fair response to me. What are the chances they could get that letter and be angry with me. I'd say about zero. I mean, it's not like they're going to issue a bench warrant or anything..... is it?

Rags the cat update

We thought we were going to have to rescue Rags from Becky's house last time we were there, but he has been getting along better, so she didn't want to give him up.

Rags is such a nice cat, and he is officially Teigan's cat, and who wants to take a pet away from a four year old, anyway?

Good news on the cat front.

Sunday, June 4, 2006


Know those pictures I'm always sending you of the snow blowing off Blanca Peak? Well, it is not always snowy up there.

Before and after.

Texas bluebonnets

Connie weighs in.....

Sent: Sunday, June 04, 2006 7:24 AM
To: Steve Taylor
Subject: Re: FW: texas bluebonnets

Well here is another opinion -- as a gal born it Texas, I can say that your flower is not a bluebonnet. They are lots smaller than yours, more compact, and does have white. The bluebonnet is from the lupine family. The one from your cmapground could be a lupine but when I enlarged the pic the bloom looked a little different. I thought maybe harebell - but I don't think so. I saw a delphinium at Home Depot the other day and it looked suspiciously like yours. Still no definite from this end except -- not a bluebonnet.


-------------- Original message --------------
From: "Steve Taylor" <>

The most popular guess for the flowers has been Texas Bluebonnets. That's pretty good, but I looked up Texas Bluebonnets on the internet, and they are shown to have a characteristic white stalk in the middle.

I don't see any white stalk in the middle of the Steamboat flowers.

Saturday, June 3, 2006

Texas bluebonnets

The most popular guess for the flowers has been Texas Bluebonnets. That's pretty good, but I looked up Texas Bluebonnets on the internet, and they are shown to have a characteristic white stalk in the middle.

I don't see any white stalk in the middle of the Steamboat flowers.

Friday, June 2, 2006


Well, enough of Durango.

We’re not actually ready to leave, we’d love another month here, but the job is done and it’s time to move on. Next stop, the front-range for three days of doctors’ appointments. When you schedule all your doctors’ appointments together, it’s amazing how many there are, even when there is nothing wrong (but you’re our age). General practitioner for the annual physical, cardiologist for the annual treadmill torture test, heart scan, mammography, gynecologist, dentist, optometrist, dermatologist, and haircuts. We schedule in two bunches, once in the spring and once in the fall.

It’s a cool clear evening; the moon is almost half full. We used to measure how long we could stay out by whether or not we would be out while the moon was full. It struck me that we have now been out for many moons.

Judy walks everyday with Annie, but that doesn’t feel like as much exercise as she’d like, so she found an alternative. She joined Curves, a national chain of exercise facilities. They have a standardized program, a sequence of exercise machines that you cycle through. Whenever you arrive, you just hop on any machine that is open and complete the circuit in thirty minutes. An aerobic workout, with resistance strength training, all in thirty minutes, done in a pleasant atmosphere for women only. The facilities aren’t very expensive to set up and demand is high, so there are Curves facilities in almost every city we visit. She joined for a year in Steamboat Springs and got twelve travel passes, one for every month. She can use the travel passes anywhere.

Our challenge for the traveling days ahead….. keep Judy sitting down in her chair anytime we’re passing a police officer; at least until the current click-it-or-ticket mania subsides. That’s what the pull-over in Montrose was about; Judy stood up to go check something just as we passed the policeman. Click-it-or-ticket.

Thursday, June 1, 2006


Springtime in the Rockies. Let's dig out the flyfishing gear.

From: Steve Taylor []
Sent: Thursday, June 01, 2006 8:56 PM
Subject: trout