When I head in to Pueblo I usually stop at this gas station. The view is pretty nice from about eight miles away from home.
I tried merging two photos together for a panorama type perspective. Th flat-ish dark hill, or ridge before the mountains is a Dakota sandstone formation called Table Mountain. The deli sells breaded boneless chicken breast, and sometimes they are okay. Most the time too salty.
Below I have a few pictures of how the wind snapped a tree top off and it landed on the clothesline. It also is on top of my lumber stash. Can’t wait to see what it’s damaged.
Got a bit accomplished last night with the new materials. Made two days work into one with the additive to the rubber and anti-tear fabric inserts. More time to goof around…not.
