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At a cloudy sunset memorial at Walker Ranch, we heard the gobbling calls of cranes as they flew unseen over us. It was drizzly and overcast, yet a band of golden red appeared above the continental divide. We were gathered for the memorial for Bob Baumgartner. He led over 3,000 hikes. He was very kind and gentle. He died while hiking up Mt. Sopris recently. He taught classes in making pottery. He believed spending time outdoors was more important than spending time indoors in offices. Many couples met on his hikes and enterred into marriages. He worked for the wildlife t-shirt company, and was very sensitive and supportive of everyone, coworkers and customers. He liked to stop on a hike and say something like " Isn't it just really beautiful ".

# 1 Raise money to pay a lawyer to contest the Corps of Engineers Record of Decision. #2 Thank the Boulder County Commissioners for opposing the dam expansion. -from the meeting on 10-11-15 More info: LINK and Link

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Free ex-President Nasheed, now. Contact t The UN condemened his imprisonment. He was jailed for speaking on behalf of low lying islands; against countries pushing to cnotinue global warming; and against the corruption of his country Link Here is Freedom Now, which asks for the release of political prisoners. Link

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This week the barn swallows that gather on the lines have left. The cottonwood leaves have been falling in Boulder, and the aspen leaves have been turning and falling in the mountains. I still see chicory blue blossoms in town. It is fun to watch the aspen and cottonwood leaves fall, then float on the creek, while some lay underwater.

On a hike up a 12,900' mountain, we saw the golden old-man-in-the-mountain flower, some yellow cinqufoils, and a flock of rosy finches. Lower we were serenaded by bugling elk and woodpeckers in the morning. We became trailless for a while coming down from North Diamond Peak when we tried to descend diagonally instead of following the trail back along the mountains shoulders to the pass and the trail. We hiked through deadfall and swampy meadows for a while. The aspen were dramatically gold, bronze, and yellow. A mountain bluebird dipped its tail rhymically on a post at the pass before flashing some bright blue as it flew. There are still ripe tomatoes and raspberries in town.