Changing times, life in America goes on

I’ve been busy as of late. I’m going to be moving to Wyoming in about a month or so. My girlfriend is leaving this coming Friday. It is amazing how much clutter you can gather in the space of a few years. Still, some things have lasted over time.

The only picture that I have of my daughter Brianna that died while in my arms. The old Ruger revolver in a caliber that almost everyone loves, but that is going by the wayside. The Remington rifle that I scrimped by on other things for years to purchase. The Orvis Fly rod that took forever to finally get. My camo for bow hunting, even though the nerve damage in my arm will probably prevent me from ever going afield with a stick and string again. A DD 215 modified to reflect a few things that just plain were missed when the original was filled out. My old certificate for the National Registry of Emergency Medical Technicians, and the Gold Paramedic shoulder patch. A copy of the cover of Field and Stream magazine that had an Elk that I took.

It has been a long time this stint here in Colorado. I love this place, for all it’s faults. I moved here thirty years ago to get away from all the crowding in San Diego, and Oceanside. The constant rushing just to survive. Now, the Colorado Front Range looks like the strip between San Ysidro and Oceanside and the people are acting exactly the same.It is probably a good thing that I am leaving this place that I love. For it has changed, and not for the good. We no longer have a Denver or Front Range area. Just listen to the preening people on the television or radio. Now it’s “The Metro.”

I may have time for one last trip into the Indian Peaks Wilderness where I know of three small pools where my fellow transplants, the Golden Trout still survive. They are wary, and difficult to catch, but well worth the effort. They are elusive, wild, and free, like men should be. I have always returned them to the water, and I hope that any others that witness their beauty will do the same.I will visit the place where I spread my daughters ashes near the Moffat Tunnel, and say a prayer, it might be the last time that I can get there.

Sua Sponte Colorado! Because I chose too!

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6 Responses to “Changing times, life in America goes on”

  1. TexasFred Says:

    Sometimes a mans just gotta follow his heart, and you’re doing just that…

    All the best, you’ll be fine, you’re a survivor and that’s as high a compliment as I can give you my friend, you KNOW what I mean!

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  2. Alfie Says:

    I remember my time in the Colorado Springs area. It was nice but I saw it’s time coming. Moving part about your daughter it sounds like no matter what a part of you will stay behind even if you don’t get back. Also a lot of symbolism in the possible reality that those trout may either stay or disappear. Take care

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  3. patricksperry Says:

    Thank you Fred, I consider you a Brother, and I really mean that.

    Alfie, you are correct. In my will it says to cremate me, and to spread my ashes there. So that I can again be with my beloved baby girl, my thanks to you as well.

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  4. Steve Farrell Says:

    Challenging times.

    Where in Wyoming?

    I’m your neighbor in S.E. Idaho. Not a lover of big cities either.

    Ironically, I think part of the problem is that environmental policies have locked up so much of the land out west that it has forced big cities and high density housing upon us … and all the problems that come with them.

    Now Wyoming, by golly, plenty of space there, and likely will be for some time … 🙂

    Bring along a windbreaker, a snow shovel, a long extension chord, and a satellite dish … or you may have to endure dial-up.

    Ha!

    God Bless you on your journey,

    Steve

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  5. patricksperry Says:

    True Steve, and now? Tony Snow died. He gave hope to, literally millions of people.
    Buffalo, Wyoming, to be exact. I have new streams to learn, and patterns, and so on. My old rifle will fill the table. Of that I am sure.

    It is indeed a strange dichotomy, this environmentalist movement. It actually destroys that which it claims to endear.

    Am I an idiot or what? They claim to so love Mother Nature, yet dis regard what you and I call God. What then is it..? For them anyways?

    Some people seem to just need the so-called fifteen minutes of fame. So be it, that is human nature. Why though I ask, do they have to destroy the happiness of others? I believe that it is Satin. The real Satin, at work, here among us all. Demons and such are all too real Steve.

    Sometimes I think it just sucks to be human. But that last only for short split seconds. If somehow, my faith fails me? Jehovah will show me a path to get through what ever there is that seeks my souls destruction.

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  6. patricksperry Says:

    Yes Steve, I’m on dial up now! LOL!:D

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