Montrose, Colorado (June 4-8, 2007)
Black Canyon National Park
Not even a week have I had to get used to Provo again and I am already taking off to Colorado. It’s my very first volleyball camp. It’s an eight-hour drive up to Montrose. In the car, we are in four: Chris, Josh, Dan and Me. I don’t know them very well. I had seen Chris watching one of the volleyball practices, I knew he’d played for BYU in previous years winning two national titles, but that was all. Josh was in the team in the beginning of the year, but left without I had the opportunity to meet him more closely. Dan is from New Zealand, he’s spending some of his summer in the States.
Colorado is perhaps my favorite state in the U.S. I've been there countless times and it always feels good to come back. I love the mountains, the aspen trees, the lifestyle. In Montrose, our daily routine is simple: during mornings and afternoons we coach volleyball, after that the fun really started. Chris, Dan, Josh and I head out to the fields in search of prairies dogs, Chris had brought guns and he taught Dan and I how to use it. While looking for prairies dogs, we jumped the rental jeep we were driving, and laughed our bellies off. With no luck and plenty of fun, we come back to the house.
Josh, Leandro, Dan, Chris
On one of the last days of the trip, our hosts took us to the Black Canyon National Park in the Gunnison Valley. The views blew me away. The precipice makes you dizzy and the rock formations take your breath away. _____________________________________________
Coming back to Dillon brings great memories. I am excited to see Jan, Erin and Captain Riley. It’s been almost a year that I’ve been there. The mountains. The Lake. The rivers and creeks. All combined make of Summit County an unforgettable place. With the altitude of 9,000 feet, the air is drier than usual, the sun hits harder on your skin. It’s summer time. It’s time for a bike ride. 6 miles from Dillon to Keystone, then, 6 more miles from Keystone to Lake Dillon. Dillon. Enjoy the breeze and work out your legs.
On a warm summer morning, I go fly-fishing with Sean in the Blue River. Fresh water. Thousands of trouts waiting to be caught. Sean is patient, teaches me lessons, I cast the pole, reel in nothing. Try again, try to improve the technique. Watch the master do it once again. Soon enough I catch my first rainbow trout. Then my second, and third. 21 is the number. 20 rainbows and one kokonee salmon. Pretty happy with the catch, we come back to the house and the salmon becomes dinner.________________________
On the 4th of July, streets are filled with blue and red. Fifty stars. The elderly and the young gather together to celebrate the most important American holiday, the Independence Day. Veterans are applauded and the thousands of voices sing the sing-along songs. Freedom is rejoiced. This is the land of the free. Orchestra playing in the background, violins and cellos, clarinets and trumpets. The maestro leads the show. ________________________
Many Movies in Wyoming ...
Wright, Wyoming (July 16-20, 2007)
We land on the smallest airport I've ever been in. Three gates and small commuter planes take care of business in Casper, Wyoming. It fells good to touch the ground, two hours flying on a small, shaky, Embraer plane, scares the hell out of me. Stomach's turning.
In Wright, there isn’t much to do besides coaching volleyball. In cattle country of northeastern Wyoming, small towns reign absolute. Wright has a population of approximately 1,500 people and its economy is based on agriculture, oil, gas and coal. There are buffalo ranches, antelopes run freely around the town. All is plain in Wright.
Fast Food Nation
Children of Men
House of 9
V for Vendetta (asleep before movie ended)
Buena Vista, Colorado (June 23-28, 2007)
Buena Vista High School Girls
Tyler, Leandro, Josh
Josh, Tyler and I, come to Colorado trying to make the most out of this trip. Our host, Jamie, is an incredibly chill, down-to-earth lady, she takes us the hot springs in Mt. Princeton. A nice treat after a long day of volleyball. Build a little pool by the river, sit down and let the muscles relax.
The camp goes exceptionally, the girls work hard and we all have tons of fun.
On the way back, we drive up to Aspen, stop at the Independence Pass at an altitude of 12,095 feet to take pictures, shoot some video. Aspen is beautiful as expected. Million dollar houses. More mountains and pine trees. I can only imagine all of that covered with snow.
I’ll be back!