Connie in Ouray

 I've had a cold the past 10 days, but I finally got out Saturday, and town was jammed with people.  I know, I know, it's Memorial Day weekend, but I'm not prepared for tourists yet.  We want them, but they are so.much.trouble! Mike and I hiked up to the overlook early afternoon.  I'm trying to build my endurance after that cold - it seems to get harder as I get older - and the wildflowers are blooming.  We saw aspen daisies, sedum, larkspur, ragwort and sandwort, pussy toes.  The pasqueflowers are all spent.  There are a lot of dandelions, which my dad called "the children's flower."  Since then, I haven't been able to look at them any other way.

 Two inches of accumulation this morning brings us to a whopping 94 inches for the season.   We have had our two hummingbird feeders out for the past three weeks or so, and Mike is having to refill the feeders almost daily.  We've seen about seven at one time.   Marchelle sent me a picture of a bear above the movie set mine a few days ago.  She said it was medium size, but it looked huge to me.  That could be because Sequoia and Mango were with here.  Bear aware - tis the season!

I'm in Colorado Springs, taking a flight to Syracuse, New York tomorrow.  For some reason, flying out of Montrose was prohibitive, $1300 round trip and arrival in Syrace at 11:30 at night.  Something weird going on there. I did want to report that we got 4.5 inches of snow Wednesday morning.  It was a nasty drive to Ridgway at 10 a.m., but the roads, except the turn from Camp Bird Road to Mineral Farms, were clear.  That turn was pretty dicey for me as we took the snow tires off a month ago.  We are now up to a whopping 92 inches!  Mike was asking if this was the latest measurable snow I've recorded since we moved to Ouray five and a half years ago, and not even close.  The latest was in 2022, when we got 2.5 inches of snow on May 21st.   The possible Super El Nino is still on track to happen, and it appears to be getting even stronger.  Time will tell.