Trifter

Today we journeyed on Highway 395 to Twin Lakes in Bridgeport.  The County had a road crew working on the road at Conway Summit.  Traffic came to a halt, and grid lock ensued for about twenty minutes.

Some motorist are really goofy!  They got out of their cars, set up their camera tripods and started shooting away!  I admit one could not have asked for a lovelier place to be stuck in traffic.  But this all looked so strange – almost comical, with tourists lining the side of the road cameras in hand or on tripods.  Some who were either more daring or else a little dense, set their tripods up right in the middle of Highway 395!  What they found so intriquing to demand risking being hit by the work crew I haven’t a clue.  It all appeared most curious to me.

But for those who lined the edge of the roadway, what was the commanding view to prompt them to react so impulsively?  A lush green meadow bordered on the south by a grove of Aspen and Birch trees whose leaves fluttered and flirted with the soft mountain breeze.  All this loveliness was backdropped by purple-hued mountains; majestic and regal still wearing a cap of snow which glistened in the play of sunlight upon it.

Truly this was a post card perfect scene!  It was totally entrancing.  And if I would have had as much sense as those goofy photographers, and had my camera where I could have grabbed it easily, I would have joined this troupe which looked like a photography class out on a field trip to take some shots of this vista that was pretty as a picture.