Comments on: Gingerbread man

By: Dave

Dave — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 12:56:22 +0000

Hey, thanks, Dick. When I instituted a “personal/political” category here last April, I had no idea I’d find so many things to fill it, both from the archives and from new posts like this one.

By: Dick

Dick — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 05:09:36 +0000

What a great read, Dave. Descriptive & reflective in equal measure, & beautifully written.

By: Dave

Dave — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 17:24:39 +0000

Curt – How fortunate, to have had access to the mountains of North Carolina as a kid! I can see where the imprinting would make the Colorado Rockies seem pretty threadbare by comparison. You sound like a man after my own heart. (But doesn’t it seem almost un-American not to prefer the BIGGEST? )

By: Curt Stump

Curt Stump — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 15:03:59 +0000

This post made me remember the times I roamed the mountains of North Carolina as a kid, particularly the times I explored the various caves (old mica mines and gold mines). Yeah, I knew better. But I didn’t go in very far. Just enough to see out from the inside.

I also lived in Colorado for 5 years and can second the idea that although the mountains are tall, the height is overrated. In fact, I grew quite tired of the simplicity of the mountains there. Dry rock after rock after rock. For the most part, only one type of deciduous tree (aspen) grows in the mountains there due to the elevation, since the base of the mountains starts at 6000 feet. People in Colorado talk about the fall colors. But there’s really only one color – yellow from the aspens. I prefer the dense forests, deep woods and varied colors of the Appalachians. And how could I give up the deep green of natural rhododendrons lining a stream?

By: Dave

Dave — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 20:35:26 +0000

There’s a thought.

By: robin andrea

robin andrea — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 20:06:50 +0000

The cool air of caves, perhaps we will all be compelled to find such refuge while the planet heats up. It will be a fitting close to cycle of homo sapiens, a return to our roots. New cave dwellers, and we can paint on the walls the pictures of these old days.