Where will we be...where will we be indeed....
Took yesterday off and drove over to Summit County for one of our favorite bicycle rides, from Frisco up to the top of Vail Pass (10,662 feet), then whoop de do, back down again. It is a beautiful ride in any season, sort of the distilled essence of Colorado. The high aspen are just starting to go shimmery green, the color they get before they go gold. The temperature was perfect, in the high 60s, and the hordes of Labor Day end-of-summer crowds had not yet descended on the mountains.
Then stopped at Backcountry Brewery for one of their award-winning pilsners, Ptarmigan Pils, never as good in the bottle as fresh from their taps.
Am chasing my tail today, doing a little work on next week's podcast so I can take Monday off and lots of telephone conferences. We start filming Season 3 of TBD in Denver next week, with more Season 11 SHOOTING GALLERY scheduled for the week after. Gonna be crazy time for the rest of the fall, to be sure.
Shooting-wise, one of the Ruger 6.8s showed up, so I'm going to try and work in a side-by-side with the same gun in 5.56...I just ordered a bunch of 6.8 — ouchies! They're not giving the stuff away, are they?
Joe Huffman had a nice post yesterday on the current antigunners' cry for us to find "common ground." I of course agree with Joe — the endless meme of "common ground" is simple code language for, "would you guys mind giving up a bunch of your enumerated rights so we can feel better about ourselves?" The answer is no. You want to feel better about yourselves, take a firggin' Pilates class...or go to a range and learn how to shoot! It's amazing how empowering shooting can be!