Friggin' cold!

Oh my god...Friday, we drove to Denver for the Rocky Mountain Rainbeau's 22nd anniversary dance. Was just about up to freezing when we left here Friday morning about 9:30am...

I knew it was supposed to be cold there, but I can't even describe the cold, since I've so rarely experienced it as awful as that. By the time we got to Monument Hill, about 30 minutes outside of Denver, the temps had dipped to a snow-flurryish 6 degrees. Figured it HAD to be warmer in Denver, but NO!

By the time we pulled into Karen and Mark's driveway at 5:30, the mercury had dropped to MINUS 2! And it just got colder...I was amazed that there were 3 squares of folks that showed for their Friday night dance. When we awoke the next morning, totally chilled to the bone in their cold cold house, it had plummeted to a record MINUS 13.

Okay, I'm convinced. I will never move to Denver.

Anyway, the dances were festive, with a well-done Mardi Gras theme, and lots of effort put into the dance by a number of the Golden Rainbeau recipients. Those are dancers that get local peer recognition with the Rainbeaus very like the Golden Boot Award.

Saturday, the weather didn't improve...struggled up to 4 degrees I heard during the day. But the afternoon and evening dances went really well, with about 50 showing for the 3 hour evening dance. The Golden Rainbeau catered banquet was nicely done, good food, and well-thought out presentation. Brian Bowen got it this year. A caller named Roy Stevenson (I think) from California was there Friday night, and Charlie Robertson was there Sat afternoon and part of Sat evening...they all had to go call their own dances.

( a shot from the Saturday afternoon A/C dance )

Karen and Mark were excellent hosts, as always...and it's always wonderful being with our adopted family of square dancers in Denver. They are light years more organized than the Wilde Bunch, and I wonder if some of that is my fault.

Coming back to Albuquerque was a roller coaster of temperatures along I-25, but we were mercifully insulated. It was 0 when I got up this morning, 7 when we hit the road at 8:10, and over the 7 hour trip, it was up and down until we hit the WONDERFULLY balmy 63 of Albuquerque!

Could post a lot, but still have a headache from either the cold, the dry, or bumping my head last Tuesday.

Friggin' cold!

Oh my god...Friday, we drove to Denver for the Rocky Mountain Rainbeau's 22nd anniversary dance. Was just about up to freezing when we left here Friday morning about 9:30am...

I knew it was supposed to be cold there, but I can't even describe the cold, since I've so rarely experienced it as awful as that. By the time we got to Monument Hill, about 30 minutes outside of Denver, the temps had dipped to a snow-flurryish 6 degrees. Figured it HAD to be warmer in Denver, but NO!

By the time we pulled into Karen and Mark's driveway at 5:30, the mercury had dropped to MINUS 2! And it just got colder...I was amazed that there were 3 squares of folks that showed for their Friday night dance. When we awoke the next morning, totally chilled to the bone in their cold cold house, it had plummeted to a record MINUS 13.

Okay, I'm convinced. I will never move to Denver.

Anyway, the dances were festive, with a well-done Mardi Gras theme, and lots of effort put into the dance by a number of the Golden Rainbeau recipients. Those are dancers that get local peer recognition with the Rainbeaus very like the Golden Boot Award.

Saturday, the weather didn't improve...struggled up to 4 degrees I heard during the day. But the afternoon and evening dances went really well, with about 50 showing for the 3 hour evening dance. The Golden Rainbeau catered banquet was nicely done, good food, and well-thought out presentation. Brian Bowen got it this year. A caller named Roy Stevenson (I think) from California was there Friday night, and Charlie Robertson was there Sat afternoon and part of Sat evening...they all had to go call their own dances.

( a shot from the Saturday afternoon A/C dance )

Karen and Mark were excellent hosts, as always...and it's always wonderful being with our adopted family of square dancers in Denver. They are light years more organized than the Wilde Bunch, and I wonder if some of that is my fault.

Coming back to Albuquerque was a roller coaster of temperatures along I-25, but we were mercifully insulated. It was 0 when I got up this morning, 7 when we hit the road at 8:10, and over the 7 hour trip, it was up and down until we hit the WONDERFULLY balmy 63 of Albuquerque!

Could post a lot, but still have a headache from either the cold, the dry, or bumping my head last Tuesday.