A Prodigal blogger returns with randomness

I guess I'm not even sure when I blogged last. August 29th isn't that bad, I guess.

I had some random pictures to share so I thought I'd blog.

Snow has returned to the mountains. In fact 3 or 4 ski resorts have already opened. Crazy. (What's crazier, to me, is that people were still skiing in places when I moved to Colorado in late June/early July)

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I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do for winter exercise once the snow starts flying. I don't think I'm diehard enough to lace up the running shoes when the temps dip below 40. Maybe not even when they are more regularly below 50. My lungs burn with the cold.

I was out last night, though, and was running with Mat Kearney pumping through my headphones when I heard a squeaking noise. It was dusk and I wasn't in coyote territory, and regardless, it wasn't really a coyote-type sound. (I've had that experience, the coyote growl... and it's not very good/fun to hear)

It was this... actually about 3 of them within 10 feet of each other.

I was surprised I could even hear it squeaking with my headphones in. Weirdness.
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And finally, most of my omelet-making adventures have simply been round-about excursions in making, finally, scrambled eggs. I finally did some 'research' on YouTube and realized that I misunderstood the technique and the need for oil and/or butter to extricate the omelet from the pan.

So, armed with my new education, I went to work. 3 smashed eggs, ham, cheese and some heat later, I produced this...

 It was under-seasoned at first, but I was satisfied with the overall outcome and ready to continue to experiment and perfect the art.

Old dog, new tricks, full stomach.

Bring on the college football!