Weekends have been documented to alter one’s perception of time. On the surface, they appear to be 48 hours long, but perceptually, the passing of weekend time is affected by a number of things capable of speeding up time so as to make 48 hours speed by as if there were half that.
Those things are . . . crappy neighbors, crappy governments, and crappy workplaces. I’ve actually timed them; my 48 hours weekends are exactly 13 hours 12 minutes and 16 seconds long (rounded up, to make them appear just a tad longer).
So, we try to make the most of them. This weekend Woodland Park (the gateway to our westward drives) was socked in by a motorcycle rally. The idea of being surrounded by a bunch of adolescents wannabes, feasting my eyes on a sea of beer bellies, and treating my ears to stupidly loud exhausts . . . let’s just say it was not appealing.
The northern route was hampered by a golf tournament 40 minutes up the road . . . warnings of traffic delays are enough to turn me away. We thought about the southern and eastern routes, but not much is happening in those directions . . . so Cheyenne Mountain Zoo it was. We had not gone last year, and were pleased with a number of changes to the habitats. They did a lot of work to make the animal areas larger and more hospitable to the animals.
One could still feed the giraffes . . .
. . . so much so, that they often had to rest . . .
There are still a number of peacocks around . . .
. . . and we actually got to see the elusive Mexican Gray Wolves . . .
as well as a close-up of one of the grizzlies (he came to lie down right next to the heavy plate window).
The four rescued mountain lions were doing well, but were sleeping . . . one did raise its head, and I took the opportunity to snap a photo.
The primates pavillion had both a baby orangutan, and a baby gorilla . . . both will show up when I do a proper post on the visit, but for now, all you need to know is the mom was plum tuckered out . . .
I did capture a decent photo of an elephant; a photo I’ve been trying to capture for a few years now . . .
That was Saturday . . . Sunday, today, is chores day. We did, however, take the time to have a decent tea.
My first of three helpings . . .
It’s interesting using things which seem made with intent and care, even though they were affordable at the time they were made and sold.
The forks, for instance had this amount of detail on them . . .
This next one is the fork I was using . . .
One of my plans is to collaborate with Melisa in presenting tea pots, cups, saucers, linens, and utensils, highlighting some of the interesting details. Soon, but not yet.
The weekend is nearly over . . . and I’m already looking forward to the next one.
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