Waterton Canyon

August 17, 2013

It’s been almost a week since I have written here, I have spent the past six days rebuilding my website in order to handle a product feed from a new supplier.  It has been a nightmare, and my site is not at all where I want it to be as far as how it looks, but at least it is functioning properly except for a few minor things, like how products display, how photo galleries work (or don’t) and some navigation things that I have to work on.  But I figured I would make it available to the public again, even though it is not what I want it to be yet.  A week is a long time to have a website unavailable, so I figure what I have now is better than nothing while I continue to work on it.  I don’t know if I will ever get the business side of this website working, but I will continue to write.

This morning I went to Bear Creek Lake to shoot my bow for about an hour and a half, and I was doing very well and feeling confident.  I only have a month left before the real deal of an elk hunt, so I will be going back again as many times as I can before my trip.  I have also been getting all of my gear ready, and the UPS guy has been here almost every day this week as I have ordered things I need, ironically from my own website.

After shooting I decided to take a bike ride up Waterton Canyon, which is less than ten minutes from my home.  Waterton Canyon is where the South Platte River comes out of the mountains, and I used to go there all the time, riding my bike up the canyon and fishing on the way down.  It was closed last year in order to do some work on a couple of water storage reservoirs in the canyon, so I haven’t been there in over a year.  It is truly a beautiful place, full of wildlife.  I regularly see deer, elk, bear, big horn sheep, and rattlesnakes, and it is completely undeveloped except for the reservoirs (there are two small ones) and two care-taker’s homes several miles up the canyon.  A gravel road follows the river up the canyon, but it is closed to vehicles for the public, only used for maintenance vehicles, the care-takers, bikers, and hikers.  I want to be one of those care-takers, what a beautiful place to live.

I didn’t go there to fish today, only to ride my bike, but I wish I would have brought my fishing gear.  The river is gorgeous and full of


Big Horn Sheep in Waterton Canyon

trout, and as I rode past places that I fished in the past, it brought back some good memories.  Twenty minutes into my ride I heard some movement on the steep mountain side to my right.  I looked up and saw two ewes with four lambs feeding on some bushes on an incredibly steep, rocky slope.  I stopped to take a few pictures; they were about 20 yards away.  Then this one ewe, who was breathing very heavily for some reason, starting coming down the slope towards me.  She paused on a ledge about 10 yards from me, and I thought “What a great picture that would be!”  Just as I started to focus in on her with my camera, she came charging down the mountain right at me and passed only a few feet from me onto the gravel road.  For a second there I wasn’t sure if she was charging me or just wanting to get down.

Big Horn ewe coming my way at 10 yards

Big Horn ewe coming my way at 10 yards

I continued on my ride, I went 7.5 miles up the canyon until the gravel road ended and it turned into the Colorado Trail.  It was a gorgeous ride, and physically taxing as it was all up hill, the last mile was torture, but good conditioning for my elk hunt.  I don’t know what the change in elevation is from beginning to end, but it was a steady climb for over 7 miles.  The ride back down was easy, so I wouldn’t say that I went for a 15 mile bike ride today, most of the way down I was coasting and trying to keep my bike under 15 miles per hour as the gravel road was pretty tricky at times.

It was good to get outdoors today, and good to put my lame website back into production, I have a lot of work to do on that, I appreciate your patience.  But at least I can post things again and share my adventures with you.  I am debating about what to do tomorrow; I will go shooting again, but I’m not sure if I want to take out the canoe, or go back to Waterton and fish.  Either way, I’ll have something more to write about after tomorrow.