My Lousy Commute

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When people hear that I live in Marble, Colorado, they usually say, “Whoa! That’s a long commute.”

There’s  reason I live in Marble. You can see an example of that reason in the photo above. I took this photo out the window of my car on the way to work this week. This spot is just  few miles from my house.

It’s like living in a National Park.

Don’t pity me.

Free gas would be ok, though.

Fall at My New Home

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We are rounding third base, on finishing our new home in Marble, Colorado. Here’s a photo looking towards the Raggeds Wilderness Area. If I turned around and took a photo, you’d be looking at the Maroon-Snowmass Wilderness Area, where I used to be a Wilderness Ranger.

The fall colors are gorgeous this year.

We’ve got all of the drywall up, and have some other exciting news: We are doubling the capacity of our solar (photovoltaic) system from what it is now.

For those of you who know my family, this has been quite the project, and the result will be a dream home that my wife and I can raise our family in.

Snow’s on the way. Better get moving.

Habitat for Humanity’s High Altitude Project

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Why are these people smiling so much? Maybe it’s because it’s lunch time, maybe it’s because they’re enjoying each other’s company, or maybe it’s because they have the satisfaction of helping someone build their home.

My home.

Habitat for Humanity is helping us finish our home in Marble, Colorado. Volunteers have come off and on over the summer, and are being directed by Clay, a Habitat employee.

Three and a half summers ago, I got laid off as an excavator. We had been paying cash for our project, and the house building came to a grinding crawl, as I’ve been underemployed during the summers. (Thanks, Aspen Skiing Company for great winter income!).

Habitat came to the rescue, and Scott Gilbert has been a marvel, pulling it all together. My family all works on the house, with or without Habitat present, but our family is hoping for a warm house come this winter.

Thank you so much, Habitat for Humanity and all of our friends, relatives, and helpers..

I’m deeply humbled.

Russian Missile Narrowly Misses Camp

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Recently, this Russian Tomahawk missile landed just beyond the boys bathroom at a camp located in Marble, Colorado. Fortunately the campers were all in chapel, and the warhead (made in China) didn’t detonate.

Camp staff discovered the missile while chasing a squirrel that had stolen the camp director’s secret recipe for wookalar pie. The squirrel ran up the missile and sat on the still-smoking fins.

NORAD tracking experts admitted to not detecting the missile as it flew over 90 percent of the US, narrowly missing 13 commercial jets, and a truck driver from Indiana who had tied helium balloons to a lawn chair and was floating above the small town of Wakarusa.

Authorities at the Department of Defense stated that the public was never in any danger, because the missile is actually made from an old telephone pole, and had a very imprecise flight path.

The biggest mystery is why the Russian Army didn’t detach the wheel before launching the missile. It’s supposed that the launch captain was on Twitter at the moment.

Bear Country Ranger School

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“Where do you go to school?

“’Bear Country Ranger School’.”

“Where’s that?”

“Marble, Colorado.”

So goes the conversation between my children and other people several times a year.

“Bear Country Ranger School” is the name of our homeschool. We’ve graduated 2 students from the school, and are gearing up for another full year.

Bear Country Ranger School was founded on the idea that parents can do a better job of teaching their own kids than a public school full of weirdness, distractions, and political correctness.

We teach courses you wouldn’t find in a public school in Chicago.

Bear Country Ranger School meets all the requirements for education, yet has the agility to tailor courses for the students. We use some of the most recent innovations in technology (wind,solar,custom built computers), and bring it all home in a earthy, patriotic, non-hippy atmosphere.

Excuse me, but our mascot is outside of the door right now.

Go fetch the shotgun.