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Boulder is a thriving, active city with more bicycles per square inch than most other American cities. How do I know, you may ask? Montana thinks they’re ALL something to bark about! She’s bicycle challenged and they torment her everywhere here even when it’s pouring down rain!

Boulder’s air is fresh and the atmosphere healthy. The mountains are remarkable backdrops for any drive as they’re in every picture you take. And, speaking of pictures, something happened with my camera and I can’t download any pictures from my last memory card. Don’t know what’s up with that but I’ve loaded a new one and hope all is well again soon as I leave for Canada tomorrow.

Anyway, I do want to give you all a heads up on a great little place to eat in Lyons, CO not to far from Boulder called Smokin’ Dave’s BBQ & Taphouse and their original location in Estes Park. Their menu is in the two inside pages of a clever newspaper called “The Smoke Ring” which gives a little history of the place and of BBQ in general.

As I enjoy trying several different things, I decided to order the “Dave’s Triple” from the Smokin’ Platters. What I didn’t know is that there would be enough food on the plate for ALL of us! I had beef ribs (which I did not share), brisket and pulled pork. We brought home virtually all of the brisket and pork and ate off it for dinner two days!

Look them up if your ever out this way! Their number is 303-823-RIBS. Bon appetit!

Yesterday, I joined Maya (dear friend and confidant) to have lunch at “our”  Mexican restaurant, Agave, in Summerlin, NV north of Vegas-Baby. It’s what  we  do first when I’m in town. Their ambiance is a superb example of up-scale  interior design complete with colored glass mosaics at the open kitchen counter-front, beautiful tile work throughout and topped off with authentic old world Mexican doors and hardware even in  the bathrooms. The sink in the bathroom is the coolest. It’s a long, flat, slightly slanted surface adorned with brightly colored green and deep blue tiles with hidden drain  system. Worth taking a trip just to look at the place. But, to top it all off, the food  is the BOMB! It’s all fresh and delicious. Prices are appropriate for a nice  restaurant but not outrageous (http://agaverestaurant.com). It’s a big thumbs up if you’re out this way and  won’t mind an amazing view of Red Rock, but  that’s another story.

Second, we go to Costco. We had to buy the caffeine free coffee drink my mom loves not  sold in any of their Atlanta stores called Caffe D’Vita. Yep, I drive 3000 miles to  buy this for my mom. Wouldn’t you? Last October, I bought her 12 cans and this  year I got 24. We don’t want Mama running out!

Next, we were off to the stables to play with Moose and Jessie. Well, at least for me it was play. For Maya, she worked her tail off shoveling the horses’ by-products! I brushed Moose and did whatever Maya directed me to do, within reason, took pictures and stood in awe of her energy and enthusiasm doing hard labor even of love.

Maya and Jessie

Moose is loose!

Tac attack.

When I was a kid, we had horses. We never worked hard with our horses,  but,  then again, I wasn’t the parent and we had pastures for them to run in. We  didn’t have dried poop-filled arenas that needed daily cleaning-up to ward off  hoof problems. Because grass is expensive and downright impossible  here in  Vegas-Baby, the locals who want horses take the horse by-product, dry  it and  re-surface the arenas and open stalls with it. The wind stirs it around  constantly making the air not only full of dust but horse poop. Makes having  horses in the desert less attractive to me but I’ve known differently and wouldn’t  do it this way. Nope. When I live out west, I won’t have horses. I’ll rent one if I  get a hankerin’ to ride.

As with people, there are so many more health issues with our animals, big and  small alike. For example, just last week, I heard of a herpes outbreak with some  horses in Utah at a rodeo type event. As there’s no cure and, because it  attacks their neurological system, they all had to be destroyed and the state is in  quarantine.

We  rarely called a vet or blacksmith. We just “had horses”. We didn’t have to  labor  over any of it. I fed the horses and jumped on their backs when I wanted a  ride around the pasture. And, after being reminded yesterday of Maya’s hot, backbreaking daily tasks with  even these extraordinary animals, I wouldn’t do it. Nope. Even loving  horses as  much as I do, it ain’t happening. Plus, I woke up this morning with a  horrible  spinning in my head from an allergic reaction to all the poop in the  wind. I’m  basically incapacitated even with two daily anti-histamines. Any  fast  movement of my head sends the room spinning until I sit still again. Now,   those of you who know me well, know I don’t do well sitting still.

The funny part? Jessie. When Maya scratches just in the right place, Jessie  extends his upper lip like something I’ve never seen. He moves it like an  Aardvark snout in hunt for tasty ants! Maya administered just the right  scratching needed for Jessie to show his “Dopies” while I clicked away. Look at  this crazy horse.

Jessie “Dopies”. Can you see how far out he extended his upper lip from his lower one?

I’ll keep trying to download the video. It’s absolutely hilarious!

I’m in R&R right now and, an integral part of that is doing what I love to do when I finally get to Vegas-Baby: eat at Lucille’s, listen to my girl sing, sleep in my room at Ava’s and hang out with my girl.

So, here’s the scoop on Lucille’s. It’ one of the finest places out of the south that serves good, authentic, down home barbecue and veggies. Lucille’s is in a shopping center near Green Valley (I think) off the 215. Here’s a visual for you:

LUCILLE'S

And ambiance from the 1950’s circa “The Christmas Story”:

FRAH-GEE-LEE ("Fragile" written on the shipping box in the move.. remember?)

And, finally, the order:

Ready to order beef ribs for me!

Now, dig in!

DIG IN!

I’m just sayin’! Nighty night!