Went to brunch with Eileen and Mark at the Cafe Vino I had a great meal of Huevos Rancheros, Mark had Eggs Benedict and Eileen had the best meal Stuffed French Toast.

  Spent the rest of the afternoon wishing I hadn’t eaten sooo much. Took a bike ride with Mark on the Cashe La Poudre bike trail (pronounced pooder)  bike path towards downtown Ft. Collins. It’s only 2.5 miles each way. Or at least it should have been. Eileen gave me her wallet and iPhone to carry for her and I dropped them in the RV Park. So we had to go back and look for them which probably added another 10 miles to our ride (OK maybe 2), but all’swell that ends well I found the wallet and phone. (Eileen asked “does this bike seat make my ass look fat?”)  Mark came back and had dinner with us, then we took him and his bike back to his place. It’s against the law in Ft. Collins to ride at night without a light on your bike.

We’re having trouble with our HWH Levelers. The levelers or jack stands automatically level and stabilize the house. I searched around for the problem and found that I had a weak chassis battery. It wasn’t dead, but on it’s way out. So picked up a new battery from Mr Mechanic compliments of Mark. Installed the new battery and that didn’t fix the problem! I next checked the voltages at the two solenoids and pump motor. All had 12 volts but the motor wasn’t running. A mechanic is coming out Friday to look at it.

Oh and we’re also on a eat healthier kick. Including Max. We shared a large fries with him. Max is addicted to french fries.

One of the problems in Ft Collins is the Cottonwood Tree. The seeds are on a cotton like structure and it blows all over Ft Collins. It looks like you’re in a snow storm.

We drove to Horse Tooth Mountain and went on a hike with Max.

This is the view looking down from the top of the previous image.  Do you believe people bicycle up and down these mountain!

We would really like to camp on the Horsetooth River, but it’s very popular and booked most of the time.

We drove to Boulder to see a festival on Pearl Street.

Hmmm!

After walking through most of the festival we were told “No Dogs Allowed”!, by a very friendly police officer.  Since we’d seen most of the festival we picked up Max and headed back to Ft. Collins. The 60’s are alive and well in Boulder!