Rock Slide

It's never dull living here in the foothills of the Rockies.  After a lovely dinner with a friend last night, I drove home in the dark with a light rain falling.  I drove through the park and came to the last stretch of single lane dirt road before the gate into our neighborhood and the road was blocked by a rock slide.  Oops.  I backed down, turned around, and left Brad's rocketship parked at the visitor's center.  I hiked up a trail in the dark to our road and walked home.  It's very dark and quiet at night here.  I'm sure I heard several mountain lions and hungry bears coming out of hibernation.  At least the rain had stopped, so I could hear better.  I did get home safely and uneaten.  I called a bunch of neighbors to let them know the road was impassable, and this morning several of them took pickaxes and shovels and cleared the road.  Neighborly.