22 October 2012

San Juan Skyway Adventure

San Juan Skyway Expedition Sept 28 to Oct 8

So we were initially suppose to make the long road trip from Colorado to Tennessee.  Where there would be a family reunion of sorts.  Stevie's family would come up from South Carolina and the other half down from Indiana.  My folks were going to come up from Florida to stay at my place in SC, where I would travel down from TN to SC to see them for a few days.  Well, the plan was solid until Stevie's side of the family had a sort of Hatfields-McCoy fall out.  So those plans were blown out of the water.  Since that time was already bookmarked for our vacation days off, we decided to head out and do a little adventuring of our own.  Before I get into that, did find out that my folks did come up to my place in SC (they usually visit there every 2-4 months to check on the place).  It was a good thing they did.  They came to find out someone had broken into the place.  Fortunately there really isn't much to take.  Except my dad's favorite drill.  Which seems to have disappeared.  I hope they left it down in FL because it is his favorite work tool.  Anyway, come to find out that a storm had come through that area had blown a tree branch down and it fell on the addition.  So the room was damaged from water and had a hole in the roof.  It makes me sad to see that my dad's hard work seems to always backfire.  Sometimes I wish we could just sell the place, take the loss and walk away with 10,000 dollars for the land.  The place is pretty much in need of constant upkeep and would definitely help everyone out financially.  I know the reason why my folks won't go for the idea of selling it, since it did belong to my Papa who passed away in 2000 and that entire strip of land goes way back to my great grandmother, which unfortunately is probably one of the only remaining tracts of land to that name.

Anyway, our adventure started on Sunday Sept 28th and consisted of camping for the entire time along the San Juan Skyway.
 Base Camp 1- Kebler Pass.  Mt. Marcellina (11,348)
   
     Our first base camp was set up near the Lost Lake area off Kebler Pass.  We decided to spend two days here and sort of scout the area and see the sights.  We hoped to climb Marcellina but somehow that plan fell through, so we ended up doing a hike of Lost Lake and Beckwith Pass (total of about 10 miles)

Lost Lake

Beckwith Pass (End of the trail)  Also the spot where our puppy McKinley decided to roll in horse shit.  -.-

Black Canyon National Park

Base Camp 2 (Yankee Boy Basin)
This base camp is located just outside of the town or Ouray.  We used this campsite before during our past trips and was pleasantly surprised to find no one else camping nearby.  It located off the Alpine Loop and I think it was off Engineer or Cinnamon Pass.

Bridal Veil Falls outside of Telluride
The next day found us travelling toward the ski town of Telluride.  It was a pretty cute town but like any other high class ski town, it's expensive.  The the far end of town is the above site.  The structure on the top of the falls is some sort of pump house.  I sort of like my story about the house and how the waterfall got the name bridal veil falls.  Something about a would be bride that jumped to her death off the falls when some friends told her that her soon to be groom had died in a car accident.  Over come with grief, she took her own life.  When the groom found out about his fiances death, he took revenge on the friends that falsely told her that he had died.  He killed them and took his life that night.  Rumor has it that the pump house is haunted by the ghosts of those murdered and that guests have seen the ghostly appriration of the bride wailing as he leaps to her death over and over.

Base Camp 3- Wild Boy(s) Lake

Some cool zenish rock sitting in Wild Boy Lake
I really liked this base camp site because of the name.  Especially since I just finished reading William S. Burroughs 'Wild Boys' totally homoerotic novel.  This would have been an awesome party site and a place for some bacchanalism.

Damaged Camper top that rolled off Ophir Pass
This looked like a camper top that somehow managed to roll down the Ophir Pass road.  Not really sure though.

Cute town of Ophir

Base Camp 4- Lizard Head Pass
Base camp 4 was near Lizard Head Pass.  The sunset was pretty awesome and the site was nicely secluded.

Base Camp 5 (Molas)
Base camp 5 was located near the top of Molas pass.  The only issue was that it was fairly close to the road, although the trees provided a nice barrier.   As with all the sites so far, we were pretty much left secluded.

Silverton Hostel
First time at a hostel and all I could think of was the movie hostel.  We stopped to take showers here, five bucks for a nice hot shower.  Nightly rates were like 40 bucks.

Inside of the Mongol Mine off Cement Creek
This was the entrance to one of the mines off cement creek road just near the Silverton ski area.  It would be sweet to explore something like this.

Base Camp 6- Ouray  Stevie didn't want to camp (He gave out first)
I was planning on staying at one camp site, but Stevie finally gave in.  Got a sweet deal on the kitchenette unit off priceline.com and took full advantage of the price.  They were celebrating Octoberfest in Ouray but we missed out on the party.

Stevie watching Ab Fab at our Base Camp 7- Cottonwood Hot Springs
Our final base camp at the campsite at Cottonwood hot springs.  Relaxing in the hot springs was definitely a perfect way to end our long 10 trip.

An actual Drive In Theater (they were showing Silence of the Lambs)

Base Camp 7- Cottonwood Hot Springs

25 September 2012

Starry eyed

So I have no idea who or what One Direction is.  Somehow I stumbled upon this video (from Urbandiction-the premier source for all that's hip...I guess), but I was hearing about this Larry Stylinson (which are the combined names of two members of One Direction, suppose to be Harry Styles and Larry Tomlison (I think that's the names).  Now I could care less about the group because I am not into boy bands and stuff but what caught my attention was the way they look at each other in this video.  That's the look I want to have once again in my relationship.  I think it's there but its just so damn adorkable seeing these two.

Of course they say there is nothing between them, but that's cool I guess, but my immediate thought was...yup...their family.

Anyway, someone made this video and I think its cute








15 August 2012

Embrace the Darkness Book 3 Snippet.

Just a little flashback for my Embrace the Darkness Saga.






~~~~18 Months Ago.
Santiago Chile: Hacienda De LaVega

Members of the Interpol Tactical Assault Squad, swarmed thought the woods surrounding the Hacienda De LaVega. Two assault teams took positions at two separate points. Alpha team was waiting to raid through the main entrance doors. Bravo team was ready to make entry on the second floor and meet up with Alpha team after sweeping the upper floor clear of danger. Their mission was the apprehension of a known cannibalistic mass murderer, Hector Jimenez.

Members of ITAS were briefed that the sight they may see in this luxurious mansion could be both disgusting and terrifying.  Hearing this, each team member gripped their rifle a little tighter in anticipation of their upcoming assault.  All members of the ITAS team were hand selected and trained through various military special units from the US, England, Russia and other countries, practically a force of mercenaries. Each member wore black to conceal the darkness that their souls have committed. Black uniforms with black body armor and helmets. Their faces concealed by hoods. Their eyes were the only signs of humanity left.

Bravo team was in position and awaiting final instructions.  Alpha team huddled together in the darkness, a young squad leader; Sergeant Simon Thatcher gave the final briefing.
“Alright boys, satellite and seismic images show that this structure goes at least 3 levels underground. Heat sensors have only picked up about 20 heat signatures, so we have them outnumbered.  Be careful and watch each others back.  Remember this cult is fucked up and know to eat human flesh.  It’s our responsibility to put a stop to that.  Our primary target is Hector Jimenez. We have been given permission for weapons hot if we’re in danger.  Flip to your night vision lens and take positions.  We go on my signal.”

With the teams in position, Sergeant Thatcher calmly gave the go ahead command and both teams moved stealthily like ninjas to their appointed entrances.  At the front doors, Alpha team huddled along the wall that encircled ran along the front of the mansion.  Two team members carrying a battering ram moved into position to the front of the door.  On Thatcher’s command, the two members swung the battering ram sending the double doors flying open.  Wood splinters and chips flew through the air.  A cool burst of air rushed out from the dark interior as Alpha team rushed through the doors with their weapons leveled, red laser sights scanning the room.  With their night vision goggles on, the scenery glow an eerie green.  Members of Alpha team searched the room. Weapons trained in the direction they looked.

A large stair case was centrally located in the room leading up to the second floor where Bravo team was to be making their entrance.  Alpha team members searched through the side rooms for signs of life; no one was present.  Suddenly machine gun bursts could be heard coming from the second floor.  Bravo team had encountered resistance.  Between the burst of gunfire, screams of grown men could be heard, eerie and horrific screams; screams of men dying; screams of men pleading for their lives. With a handful of Alpha team members, Sergeant Thatcher led the way up the massive staircase to assist Bravo team.

Looking through the night vision goggles, Sergeant Thatcher could see bursts of gunfire in the room above as he crouched on the top step of the massive staircase.  The gunfire stopped.  The remainder of Alpha team ascended the staircase and took a position behind the wall at one of the three entrances to the room where Bravo team should be. Peering around the corner and into the room, Sergeant Thatcher looked on in horror. Black armor clad uniformed members of Bravo team could be seen being torn apart; limbs being ripped from their torsos. Decapitated heads littered the floor and around the dead bodies of Bravo team were individual’s huddled over the corpses, clawing at the flesh of the men of Bravo team with their bare hands. Warm blood-rich intestines were pulled from the bellies of men still breathing. The creatures huddled over the men then began chewing the flesh of the dead and dying; chunks of flesh being bitten off of one Bravo team members’ face.  Clothing and body armor provided little protection from the probing digits of the zombie’s hands.  A berserker like rage consuming each zombie, as they dug for the flesh that it lusted for.  Warm flesh was their food, this included eyes, tongues, genitals, anything flesh exposed.  Most zombies feasted on Bravo team while they were still alive.

Sergeant Thatcher looked on in horror. This was not a cannibalistic human cult that Intel had reported.  This was what nightmares were made of.  These creatures had rotting flesh that was grey, their eyes sunken and soulless. The 7.62mm rounds from the guns had only staggered the zombies; causing wounds that no longer flowed blood like a human’s, but a putrid black substance oozed from the bullet holes.  For they were no longer humans, they were the reanimated undead.

Several members of Alpha team that looked on vomited in their masks, some choking on their own puke, another member pissed himself.  Those that choked on their own vomit ripped their masks off gagging. The gagging noise alerted the zombies of a new food source.
“Mother fuckers!” Screamed Sergeant Thatcher. He rushed into the room, his assault rifle firing. Other Alpha team members followed, their guns blazing at the zombies. The bullets ripped through the rotting flesh of the zombies, staggering them backwards. Suddenly the zombies then begun running toward Alpha team; a hail of bullets ripping into their decomposing bodies causing them to stagger back or fall to the ground only to get back to their feet and continue their feverish dash at Alpha team.  Alpha team stood their ground but the zombies just seem to multiply in numbers; lifeless corpses emerging from the dark recesses of the room.  The mercenaries were being overwhelmed. A pack of three zombies withstood the barrage of bullets from a soldier and managed to leap onto him.  They tackled the man bringing him crashing down to the floor. The man kicked and screamed violently trying to keep the zombies off.  It would not work. A zombie bit into the man’s neck. Bright red blood sprayed out onto a zombie’s face.  The soldier began choking on his own blood that erupted from his mouth, gurgling sounds coming from his wordless mouth.  The zombie continued chewing the man’s neck flesh. His throat and windpipe shredded by the jagged teeth of the zombie. The man now lay motionless as another zombie began clawing at the flesh on this man’s arms, pulling strips of skin and muscles from the bone.  This zombie would then stuff the flesh into his mouth and chew the tough meat.  The third zombie began feverishly chewing and clawing at the man’s stomach, ripping into the flesh, exposing the intestines, liver and other organs. The zombie practically buried his face into the man’s stomach chewing at anything he could get his teeth into.

Sergeant Thatcher screamed to his men “Retreat!” Alpha team fled the room and made their way back down the stairs. Members that were too scared and had vomited and panicked were quickly overcome by the massive rush of oncoming zombies. They were being eaten alive. Screams echoed throughout the mansion.  Some unfortunately enough to look on at a zombie while being feasted on.  Of the thirteen members of Alpha team, eight managed to get as far as the lower stairwell.

The surviving members rushed down the stairwell only to realize they were trapped.  At the exit to the mansion stood not zombies but something bigger, something worse.  Blocking the exit were four, eight feet tall, hairy and massive creatures. Their razor sharp canine teeth glistening from drool. They were the werewolves.  Massive beasts with their long arms extending out to their sides blocking any chance of escape. Their black claws readied to rip the men to shreds as they fled.  The four beasts howled in unison. Sergeant Thatcher now knew fear. The howl was deafening. Suddenly several of the werewolves leaped at the men.  Their movements were so fast that no a single shot could be gotten off by those that were being attacked.  Limbs and heads were being thrown around as the werewolves attacked the remaining members of Alpha team. One werewolf bit into a man's face and tore out his face; gooey brains seeped out from the opening. They were now surrounded; werewolves blocking their escape as the zombies closing in at their rear.  The werewolves’ attacks killed and the zombies feasted on what the werewolves did not claim. The zombies knew to stay away from the powerful and massive werewolves. In the hierarchy of the Yokai, zombies were the lowest creatures. Bitten by either a vampire or werewolf, some victims did not turn into those that bit them. Those that were not fortunate to turn into a vampire, a werewolf or die from an attack, turned into something more grotesque. They became the undead, they became zombies.

Sergeant Thatcher and two other Alpha team members began firing at the werewolves blocking their escape.  The bullets hardly staggered the werewolves. Distracted by the werewolves, an Alpha team member failed to remember the zombies behind him, he was quickly overwhelmed by the undead.  His last effort the man pulled his pistol out from its holster, putting the barrel under his chin and squeezed the trigger. Between the howling, the moaning and gnashing of the teeth the gun shot went unheard.  Brains just sprayed out onto the carpet of the stairwell, chunks of brain matter that would be picked up and eaten.

Suddenly the howl of the werewolf at the main entrance trailed off into a yelp.  The werewolf’s upper torso fell off its own legs; guts and blood spilled onto the floor.  The standing legs finally toppled over; with organs and blood spilling out into a pool of dark red crimson.  Behind where the werewolf had once stood was a man. Blood dripped from a massive scythe he held.  The man was clad in black with a metallic like mask covering his lower face.  Shadows hid the man’s eyes, his medium length hair blowing in the wind.  Sergeant Thatcher and the last remaining member of Alpha team were watched in awe, for a moment, they were oblivious to the danger that surrounded them.  The werewolves all turned there attention at the man standing in the doorway.  Thatcher watched as the man rushed into the room with the scythe in an attack position.  Werewolves rushed at the man in an attempt to overwhelm the stranger.  With the werewolves now distracted, Sergeant Thatcher saw his chance to escape.  He rushed to the exit followed by the lone remaining member of Alpha team.  Sergeant Thatcher exited the front of the structure and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The other Alpha team member got only as far as the front door before a massive hairy muscled arm swung at his head decapitating the team member. Thatcher watched as he saw the head fly off into the darkness.  The zombies eventually converged on the body and began their feasting.  As Thatcher ran away from the mansion, the howls and moans resonated through the night.  Tears filled his eyes and the cold air weighed heavily on his lungs.  Thatcher raced to the appointed LZ feeling his heart racing so fast that he thought he would die before telling this story.


Inspector Thatcher snapped out of his flashback as Chief Inspector Nakamura returned to the room with his coffee.  Chief Inspector Nakamura looked on at Thatcher in bewilderment.   Thatcher was dripping with sweat. “Are you okay Inspector?” Nakamura asked. Inspector Thatcher remained quiet, thinking about that night and of the stranger that saved him.



09 August 2012

Shadowscrolls

http://www.shadowscrolls.com/The_Shadow_Scrolls/Welcome.html

So, this is a work of fiction written by one of our own firefighters here in Keystone.  Paul is a good guy.  Nice and fun to work with.  Definitely props go out to him.  I love working serious calls with him.  He worked that cardiac arrest case that I described in brief detail just below this post.

So anyway, Paul's story seems pretty cool.  I'll have to get the book and tell about it.  Of course there is no M/M romance in it, but that's okay.  Anything that keeps the reader's attention shouldn't be that bad.

So, if you happen to stumble upon this blog, then take a second to check out his site.

peace

24 June 2012

Hayley B. James' Blog Hop




With forty participants in the Blog Hop, I think it was a success.  The only regret that I have was not having enough time to stop by every participants site to read and comment on their pages.  But don't fret!  I bookmarked each participants page for further reading.

As I mentioned on most (or all of my comments), I never knew M/M romance novels existed.  Yes I saw the  novels on grocery store racks with guys like Fabio on the covers.  I knew that these novels were pretty much focused on the female audience.  Now if they happen to have two sexy guys holding onto each other, then I would have spent more time at the grocery store.

So my start came with yaoi.  In both manga, anime and my favorite dojinshi. Just so you know, I happen to be a gay dude and seeing pretty boys making out, being heroes and pretty much kicking ass (were applicable!) is natural for me.

I've always enjoyed writing.  I remember creating stories way back in elementary school (it was a story about Thanksgiving and read during our family Thanksgiving dinner, long long ago) all the way up to today.  I loved trying to be creative and I also loved trying to put all my friends into each story I wrote.

So anyway, my yaoi writing fixation started several years ago.  Some online friends and I started up this RP forum.  There were girls and boys involved.  But us boys were the fanboys of yaoi and I think that the girls soon became fangirls impatiently waiting for each time we posted some slutty sex scene.

Unfortunately, the RP fizzles so I went independent.  Created my own characters and my own story.  Right now my story is somewhere around 175 pages with two more books in the soon distant future.  Kind of started one of my new books, but been spending a lot of time revising my original story so that one day I could maybe see it in print.

So with my story in place, I thought that I could make myself a manga.  But unfortunately, I can't draw so my dreams just existed in my little ole'head.  Then I stumbled upon Hayley B. James' blog site with his Blog Hop entry.  Never before had I considered that maybe since I can't draw a manga that maybe I could write my own M/M romance novel!

So, I participated in the Blog Hop and found myself on countless sites which mostly dealt with M/M romance novels.  I only wish that I could have found the time to comment on each one for the Blog Hop, but I was able to bookmark each participant in the Blog Hop so I'll be visiting those sites very soon.  And of course commenting on their posts.

Well the Blog Hop is over but that little event sent my motivation sky high and its all because of all you smutty authors and artist that I so love!  I want to be remember as one too!

Peace

Sai