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Blog Entry 209 of 210 From the mountains to 6th Avenue
Many Evergreeners commute. It's been described as a commuter community. Accurate. So there is an etiquette to commuting. The first rule: Leave early. Even if you depart for a 9 to five job at 6:30 a.m., you will not be alone. If you like being alone on the highway, go to Montana. The second rule: Leave early If you don't get off til 5 p.m., take a book on tape, because you will be sitting in traffic near Federal and 6th, and entertainment of any kind is helpful. There are polite drivers, like me, who let others sneak in, especially in merge lanes. I try. You probably do too. The one thing I have decided that will not happen to me is that I will not be mangled in a car wreck on 6th Avenue or I-70 in either direction. What do you do to keep this promise to yourself?

Something about babies


We see wildlife around here frequently. Depending on my mood, they are either unremarkable, destructive, messy and rude - or in some cases, cute and adorable.

The latter description is reserved for the baby version of deer and elk, or any wildlife visitors in the yard, for that matter.

Our big blue spruce hedge, which is really several trees that have merged into a unit, serves as a home for wildlife, from birds, squirrels, to deer. Elk may be a bit too big to live there.

Lately there's been a profusion of baby deer hopping around, spotted babies taking their first hesitant steps.

Couldn't resist, even though it's nothing new, it's something sweet to admire.

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Yeah, spring and wildlife in the Front Range is a little like what a friend of mine experienced when she used to live on one of the Tall Sail Ships docked in San Francisco Bay. "At night the seals would bark," she told me. "At first it was romantic and mysterious, but over time it became like living next to a dog pound." :)
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