Motocyclene Therapy - September 10, 2012

I hang out with some interesting people on the internet and in real life.  One truly unique set is a group of motorcycle riders who like to ride long distances in the countryside, usually at very quick speeds.  In the universe of motorcycle riders, this sub-group is known as "Sport - Touring."  Few, if any, ride the infamous Harley-Davidsons, as that particular tool and technology is quite poorly suited to the mission. Most ride Honda, BMW, Suzuki, Yamaha, and Kawasaki motorcycles of various vintages and styles, matching personal preferences with budget, image, and other factors.  My group mostly started with Honda ST1100 bikes, and many have moved on to the newer technology of the Honda ST1300.  Others have migrated to other brands - some have had many choices, and others are still loyal to their first mount.  When people ask me what kind of bike I have, the answer "Honda ST1300" is generally uninformative, so then I tell them it's a cross between a Gold Wing (road sofa) and a crotch-rocket (bullet bike).  That description, plus a picture carried in my wallet, tends to convey the idea.

Several years ago one particular biker got carried away with typing an email update and misspelled the word "motorcycling" as "motorcyclene."  One cannot even blame the spell-checker for that mistake!  Even so, the word had traction, and has become a common term to describe the endorphin effect that occurs when riding for a while.  Others call it "clearing the cobwebs out of the brain" or other metaphors, but the term Motorcyclene Therapy is one that both resonates and works for me.

To help prepare for Judgment Day and otherwise restore balance to life, last week we rode about 1,500 miles, which is a pretty short trip for us.  They say that a picture is worth a thousand words.  If so, several thousand words follow:  (Click on any photo for a larger version)

Oh Canada! - July 16, 2011

Wow! It's been 6 weeks since my last blog post. Slow activity on the blog is good news. Bladder Cancer is not impacting "normal life" nearly as much as before. Summer is finally here in the West. Although the southwest US has been sweltering, the West has been cool and rainy - very unusual. For the past few weeks it has been a mix of work and play for me. Work, of course, is work - hardly worth mentioning except for the fact that I can really focus on things at work rather than having to plan every commitment around the next doctor visit or whatever. Other than being thinner and healthier with more energy than before diagnosis, normal life is pretty much back to normal.

My weight loss diet is progressing OK with 6 weeks more until I do the final assessment. My goal was to reduce body fat by at least 10% and drop to waist size 34 in six months. I am not there yet, but have lost over 20 pounds and now comfortable in size 36 pants. So it COULD happen. Feeling good and staying on the plan. More on this after the 6 month assessment.

I have had contact from a few new people, and many of our regular "fraternity members" have checked in with ALL CLEAR on cystoscopes, including my cousin Rick in Texas. A new idea comes from Jon M. in Massachusetts, who worked with his wife's osteopathic doctor to come up with a diet modification plan. The doc recommended food sensitivity testing (different from food allergy testing). After donating about 6 vials of blood, he received a report on 30-40 foods. Jon continues: "I am highly sensitive to dairy proteins (whey/casein) and moderately sensitive to Oats, so I cut those completely from my diet about 3 weeks ago. Perhaps not by coincidence, chronic pain in my left shoulder is almost gone (I can sleep on my side again!). Most mainstream doctors only test for food allergies, not sensitivities." So this could be something for all of us to consider! I also heard more from Sebastian, aka Oldman the Calligrapher, from Argentina. Thanks to Google Translate, we have been communicating quite well despite not sharing much common in language. Sebastian is also an engineer (as is his wife) and we also share upcoming Judgment Days in September and an interest in diet modification. From Sebastian:

Less than a year ago we were with my wife in your country, traveling on tourism. We visited the west coast, where we met wonderful landscapes and cities. If I had known what awaited me, would advantage to visit the famous Dr. Lamm. For my story, you can count on my name if you want. In addition to treatment I started drastic changes in my habits. The key is diet. I've studied the subject, including anti-cancer foods and diet that produced is in the attachment. It is adapted to my tastes and habits of my country: light breakfast, strong dinner, can not completely give up meat. It is quite healthy and balanced. I also need a free-day. I'm greedy and I gained some weight by anxiety.

Even though it is not a formal recommendation, the curious may see Sebastian's diet plan by clicking on the picture below:

HK in Toronto continues to test all clear and avoid BCG. He has had a lot of trouble tolerating any procedures or treatments - by far the most sensitive of our fraternity. But HK has discovered a new resource for us all to share. Canada has rolled out a helpful website called Bladder Cancer Canada with doctor lectures, interviews, support groups and the like. HK has been attending meetings in Toronto, and he finds the group to be interesting and informative.

And speaking of Canada, it was my (somewhat expensive) privilege to spend a couple of weeks there zooming about British Columbia and Alberta on the motorcycle for WeSTOC XVI. We stayed one week in Nelson, BC, a gorgeous place where the movie Roxanne (with Steve Martin and Darryl Hannah) was filmed. We found the country to be wonderful, the food excellent, the people first rate, and the alcohol prohibitively expensive. This latter fact really cut down our drinking and associated weight impacts, so it was all good! We saw mule deer, white tailed deer, elk, moose, eagles, hawks, bighorn sheep, mountain goats, coyotes - pretty much everything but bear. A bit annoyed about that, as most of our friends reported multiple black and grizzly bear sightings. We covered over 3300 miles and explored some new to us landscapes and scenery. Enjoy the route map and selected photos below...

(Click on any photo to enlarge.)

Christmas Cheer & Reflection - December 27, 2010

Some of you may have noticed the post count has slowed down quite a bit. As I tell family and friends in my "Medical Update" emails - NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS!! The purpose of this blog is to fill a gap in coverage on bladder cancer. There are dozens of good sites chocked full of dispassionate, clinical information on the types of bladder cancer and the recommended and optional treatments for each. In addition there are a couple of sites with emotional descriptions about bladder cancer's effects on people as well as their families and friends. When I was new to the game, I found both types of sites to be both alarming and disconcerting. I literally could not read much before becoming physically nauseous or faint. What was missing was an objective presentation of what a person will experience during diagnosis and BCG treatments. While my experience will not exactly mirror another's, perhaps my thoroughness will help people get mentally braced for the good and the ugly of what's coming. I think knowing that it is bad, but not too awful, unpleasant but more ridiculous, and most of all it's temporary - these observations will serve to keep your mind from conjuring up doomsday scenarios and allow you to focus on having the right attitude to heal and battle recurrences.

If you have read much at all, the doctors basically say to follow their allopathic regimens up to and including radical cystectomy, and that anything you do extra probably won't help or hurt. Yet many cancer websites for bladder and other cancer forms have a consistent theme - though it is often buried in emotional and/or speculative bullshit. DIET and EXERCISE. Just like the doctors, TV hosts, family, and friends have said all along, diet an exercise are the keys to better health. What they won't say is that better health is the key to controlling cancer - avoiding both occurrence and recurrence. Prior to being diagnosed, I was the poster child standing in opposition to this remedy. Hard to conceive of a worse diet - high in fats and carbs, nothing natural or organic, fruits and vegetables were fine when baked into pies. And for exercise? Fuggedaboudit! I had tried everything and hated it all. As for processed foods? Better living through chemistry for me!

But research has convinced me that, politics aside, there IS something to eating fresh and natural foods, in reversing the traditional American proportions of protein and fruit/veg from 75/25 to 25/75. And avoiding chemicals that are not necessary whenever possible is also prudent, given the absence of knowledge as to just what triggers these cancers. So I have become a believer for health reasons, and I have learned to ignore the politics. In fact, I have been ignoring politics and news of all sorts for two years and find myself living a fuller and happier life - not worrying about things I cannot control.

But not posting today to preach - only to summarize. I was diagnosed on March 31, 2008, with two tumors. Two TURBT procedures later I learned the tumors were T1 Grade 3 and non-invasive by the thinnest of margins. Since then I have undergone six initial BCG treatments and five 3-week maintenance sessions. Add to that multiple scopings and a couple of CT scans. And radical changes in outlook, diet, and exercise (even this very morning). Still battling with excess weight and like many, making a New Year's resolution to do better. All in all I am still alive, kicking, and relatively healthy. Recurrence is still a high probability, and if it comes, I believe it will be minor and easily dealt with. So you CAN live with bladder cancer and not be too inconvenienced.

Another key thing to keep in mind is mental health and outlook. If you think cancer will kill you, then it will. If you think you will defeat it, perhaps you might. Positive outlook seems to trigger the body into using its natural defenses to stave off cancer. And to that end I will share my Christmas Day with you all. My #1 hobby in life is motorcycling. And even though I live in an area famous for winter snow, I manage to get out a bit in the cold. As long as the streets are clean and dry, it can be safe to ride. We had a lot of snow early this year, unusually so, even before Thanksgiving over 2 feet at the house. But it has not been bitterly cold, so the snow melts down a bit before the next storm. Before Christmas we had another couple of feet, followed by temperatures just above freezing. Christmas Day brought cool weather and sunny skies, so I went for a ride. Late afternoon temperatures hovered about 34F (1C) and up in the mountains dipped as low as 16F (-9C). With proper gear I was warm and comfy, listening to Christmas tunes on the satellite radio I as floated through deserted back-country roads. I paused by a lake, not yet frozen (you can see the ice line just to the right of the sign), and went to the end of the road for winter. The flat winter light made the bike look black and ominous - quite the opposite of my mood. So enjoy a few photos (click to enlarge each) and ride along with me on a 100+ horse, open, 2-wheeled sleigh!

Life and Mental Health - May 30, 2010

If you visit this blog a few times, you can see that the day to day updates appear at the top of the column to the left, while research, medical details, and "deep thoughts" are presented as blog posts. The latter were quite frequent early on when medical interference was also commonplace. Having "graduated" now to the post-two-year cancer free status, my urologist decided to back off a bit. Clear cystoscopy and 3 BCG treatments in March, then no more visits to him until September 9. April-August created a five month window, the longest time I have gone between medical things since all this started over two years ago.

For the past two years solid my primary focus has been doing research, doing medical treatments, changing diet, lifestyle, and supplement regimens, and even some hated exercise. I even devised a logic chart for a multi-modal attack on any type of cancer. Many good things have happened in addition to the cancer-free status - I have lost weight, my complexion has cleared up completely, my hair is growing back (filling in a male pattern bald spot, NOT from having been killed by chemo or radiation), I feel great, and I even look better. My own father did not recognize me when I accosted him in a crowded room a couple of weeks ago. Having five months now free from all this focus is entirely new territory. Now that I feel and look better and have nothing binding me to focus fully on health and medicine, I must admit that I was fully unprepared to deal with it. I suppose an analogy might be to put a lot of effort into climbing a mountain - so much effort and focus that, upon reaching the top, the climber is at a loss for what to do next. Take photos? Jump for joy? Have lunch? Open champagne? And so, nonplussed, our climber just stands there.

And that brings us to today's topic. I had steadfastly refused to plan beyond the next cystoscopy for over one year, and only cautiously planned things a couple of weeks beyond for the past year. Four times we planned big vacations just before the next cystoscopy Judgment Days (two to Mexico and two 10-day motorcycle trips), just to get what might potentially be one last big trip before any bad news. Having "stood motionless on top of the mountain" for nearly a month, it is now time to focus on mental health in addition to physical health. To be sure the two are linked, and I have been maintaining a positive attitude. But this new approach goes beyond - it takes me to a place to begin to visualize NOT dealing with cancer, but to LIVING with cancer. Realizing and internalizing that BLADDER CANCER IS NOT A DEATH SENTENCE. While there is still a high probability of recurrence, I am doing everything I can to battle it, and any recurrence should not be much more than a nuisance.

So what does it mean to begin LIVING again? I decided to start small. At the beginning of May we joined my parents for a few days of rest and recreation in Las Vegas. It is a 6 hour drive from here to there, and we had a great time dining, going to shows, relaxing, and even a modicum of gambling (I was a net winner at that). So what to do next? It had been my habit, pre-bladder-cancer, to take my birthday off work each year and go for a motorcycle trip by myself. This trip refreshed my spirit and made coping with the aging process easier. As an introvert I become energized during times spent totally alone, and motorcycling is a perfect hobby for me. I don't have a Harley, and I don't go to Sturgis or any other pack-mentality type of gathering. Instead I have a Honda ST1300, and I tend to ride alone, or alone with my wife as a passenger, or maybe on occasion with one or two other riders. But the birthday trip is always a solo trip - the first of the season. Over the years it had expanded from one day to a long weekend. And I had skipped 2008 and 2009. And my birthday is in late May, making the ritual bike trip a perfect next step to begin living life again. So four days were set aside with destination to be determined on a daily basis, driven primarily by weather factors. This is difficult to explain to those that don't have the bug. A circle of friends of mine who have the same kind of bike developed a term for a fictitious drug, motorcyclene, which is akin to the endorphin high experienced by athletes. While not physically difficult, motorcycling demands intense mental concentration and tight control of fine motor skills for long periods of time, leaving the rider both exhausted and refreshed. My friend described it like this:

On the open range the road, the landscape, and the machine all provide an experience that is for me soul centering. The rhythm of the ride is at once calming, reassuring. It is rarely achieved until more than a hundred miles have been traveled. This period of lonely introspection and intense observation yields a sense of appreciation and perspective of life that I've never experienced in any other endeavor. It is like meditation, but perhaps a little more like worship. The intensity of concentration required is at once enormous and yet completely liberating*.

And so it went. Four days, 1,800 miles (almost 2900km), 3 nights in hotels, meals ranging from fine dining to a burrito at a roadside picnic table, and weather that was less than cooperative, I have returned - relaxed, refreshed, revitalized, and ready to consider LIVING again. Whatever you do for fun, be assured that the day will come, given hard work on your part along with your doctors, that you can consider living again.

This birthday was #51 for me. I have discovered through a friend that in Brazil the 51st birthday is always called "A good idea!" It seems that the national alcoholic drink, the caipirinha, is made with a distilled spirit similar to rum, called cachaça. While I have not tried either the drink or the ingredient, there is some appeal. As it turns out the most popular brand of cachaça in Brazil is Cachaça 51, and their advertising catch phrase is, "uma boa idéia." This translates to "a good idea." So like Coca-Cola is "the real thing," 51 is "a good idea." So my good idea to celebrate my good idea birthday was to go on a long motorcycle ride. Details with 25+ high definition photos and NO MEDICAL CONTENT whatsoever may be found on a separate page,linked below. Have a virtual slice of my 51st birthday cake and follow along by clicking on the photo or link below...

A Good Idea!

*Warren C. Harhay, June 1, 1999

Clearing the Mind - January 17-18, 2009

Last week was busy and stressful, and consequently the time passed quickly. Stress is building up from the countdown to the next cystoscopy, now less than 4 days away. On top of that my employer for the past 16 years, a Very Large American Aerospace Corporation (VLAAC) did a major restructure of our little piece last year. The plan was for my Utah group to be combined with two other groups in more than two other locations to form a New Medium-Sized Specialized Product-Oriented Organization (NMSSPOO) with headquarters and most staff here in Utah. We were proceeding down the path to plug in a new process infrastructure to support the new picture, when last week we got an email that aborted the new organizational structure and linkages, instead substituting a new, different, and completely unknown set of connections. So the way our NMSSPOO plugs into the VLAAC is completely different, and it appears our NMSSPOO is now a small part of a Large Specialized Product Oriented Organization (LSPOO). (Be advised that these terms and acronyms are my fabrications to protect the guilty, but they are not too far from the truth!) After a few days of research and running amok, we believe it could be that the new deal is better for us and could make life easier. But being a control freak (Myers-Briggs ISTJ) means that I intensely dislike chaos, disorder, and randomness. So while God is in control ultimately, I still fight for control of my environment locally. So here we have a double whammy - no control over the medical outcome, and my precious structural model at work blown away in favor of (hopefully temporary) chaos and uncertainty.

The situation called for some drastic action, so I did something I have not done since last August - and it was long overdue. I went for a motorcycle ride. Did about 100 miles yesterday (Saturday) and another 100 miles today. Sure it's January in Utah, but the sun is shining, the roads are (mostly) clear, and technology is our friend. It took over an hour to prepare the bike for the street - checking fluid levels and tire pressures, finding winter gear, wiring in electronics, warming things up. We live in the mountains, a few miles from the base of a ski resort, while most of the population lives down in the Bonneville lake bed on the other side of the mountains. I headed West towards the lowland and civilization, as it's generally several degrees warmer there, both summer and winter. What I forgot was the winter inversion. While it WAS a bit warmer, with temps ranging from 30 (degrees F) at home to 39 in the valley, there are climate conditions that trap windless air and hold it close to the ground. This air collects all dust, vehicle, and chimney pollutants and becomes noxious after a few days.

While yesterday's inversion was not the worst we've had, it made the Wasatch Front an unpleasant driving destination. Add to that the fact that people were out and about, plus every traffic enforcement cop was out and hard at work. I saw thirteen (yes 13) of them in the space of three hours, and about half of them were busy writing expensive citations. Thanks to experience and electronic countermeasures I was able to avoid meeting any of them in person. I made my way down the new Legacy Parkway and returned north via Redwood Road, where I saw several locals kicking tires at Salt Lake BMW, a well-known motorcycle dealership (sadly now out of business). Looped up to Ogden Municipal Airport and had a late snack at Doolittle's Deli. (Restaurant review HERE) Despite the weather, traffic, and enforcement, the concentration required to ride safely was a great aid in clearing my mind. Sadly, it only lasted about half an hour after I was done, so I resolved to go again the next day, but to head in the opposite direction!

So today I mounted up and headed East. While the air was clear and the roads were empty, it was a indeed colder - starting at 30 degrees and ranging down to 25 or so. I know this as the bike (a 2004 Honda ST1300) has an air temperature gauge built in. And because I had left my gloves, jacket, and helmet in the garage, they all started out at 30 degrees as well, giving me a thermal disadvantage from the get-go. Even with heated seat and heated grips cranked to full power, I was cold for the first 25 minutes, so I stopped to take a couple of photos and walked around a bit. This activity seemed to even out all the warmth, and the balance of the trip was quite comfortable, despite the colder temperatures. As you can see from the photos (click on any photo to enlarge), the sky was deep blue and nearly cloudless. Air was crystal clear, and the roads were empty. Motoring through the countryside revealed some spectacular photo opportunities with the late afternoon flat light of wintertime, and maintaining tight control of the vehicle in the environment was a solace to my spirit. I passed through the tiny towns of Croydon and Echo and made my way up Echo Canyon, where the red rocks were displayed beautifully in the cold sunlight. The roads were nearly empty of traffic, even on the Interstate. Looks like everybody stayed home to watch the NFL football playoffs. Today's winners go against each other on February 1 in the Super Bowl. That made it good for me. As I passed by Echo Reservoir, I observed a handful of ice fishermen busily fishing for ice. They stared long and hard at me, probably supposing that I was the bigger fool this day. I beg to differ, being the one with the heated seat, hand grips, and satellite radio in stereo coming through the helmet headset. Even with no ice or fish to show for my adventure, I would not trade my improved state of mind for either or both! The cold temperatures made it easier than usual to relax my pace, enjoy the scenery, and take a few photos. I doubt if I ran over 100 MPH more than a couple of times, although little clears the mind as well as air at arctic temperatures forced into your lungs at speed... I even paused long enough to note how the wind had carved the fallen snow into feathery ice crystals, pictured at the top of this post. As I made my way homeward the setting sun hit a rock formation to my right that I had passed dozens of times in the past without notice. These outcroppings with a lighter colored strata at the top looked for a moment like a gathering of blond giants standing around having an informal gab session. When I stopped to take the photo, the image melted into rocky reality, but still made the nice shot at right. All in all I am ready to work hard for the next few days, and all of you can join me in praying hard to wish for a positive outcome and more BCGs instead of more surgery. Even cancer looks better after a great motorcycle ride!

Motorcycle Vacation - June 21-29, 2008

We packed and hopped on the ST1300 after breakfast on Saturday, June 21. We were on vacation pace, and hit the road late-ish, about 9:45 AM. Our destination was Avon, Colorado, near Vail, to stay with a stranger we had never met via the Motorcycle Travel Network. This organization allows bikers to stay with other bikers when traveling, making for a more pleasant experience and saving lots of hotel dollars. We had stayed at a place in New Plymouth, Idaho last year, and it worked out well for us. This year we have hosted 5 bikers (four singles and one couple), each for a night or two, since the end of May. All very pleasant and trouble free. I had previously contacted our host and received detailed directions to his place and an updated phone number. All looked to be good, as this was a very expensive area to stay.

After an hour of freeway we turned off and headed towards Wolf Creek Pass, an awesome motorcycle road. There was a marathon going on, and while the runners posed no issue, the several hundred vehicles painted with supportive messages and full of supportive people made for some random and hazardous traffic. We safely made our way clear and had a great time over the pass and on through Duchesne , Vernal, Rangely, and Rifle to get onto Interstate 70. The area through Glenwood Canyon and on to Avon has to be one of the most scenic and exciting stretches of Interstate in the country. We arrived at the house, following the concise directions, at about 5PM and found nobody home. Since I had forecasted our arrival time to be at 6, I was not too worried, even though I had called the supplied cell number several times that day - only to get a "mailbox full" message.

The neighbors in the small cul-de-sac all noted and acknowledged us. One even offered some ice water. They said the folks had been in that morning. The next door neighbor was reading a novel in a hammock in her back yard, and she told us the couple often worked late - even as late as 10PM. But if they were expecting us, perhaps they had left a door open and a note. After an hour I tried the garage door (locked) and the back door (unlocked). Other than a very friendly calico cat, there was no note for us inside. Nor was there any sign of a guest room. There were three cots located in three different rooms around the house, all covered by laundry, and all rooms filled with "storage" items. No effort had been made to receive guests. I taped a note to the garage door and we went into town and had an excellent dinner of filet mignon and a fine Albarino wine. By 8:30 I decided we should look for something else. The GPS was helpful, informing me that the Four Seasons and Ritz Carlton were very close. Also way over budget. We finally found a nice B&B Inn about 10 miles away in Minturn, Colorado. The manager took pity on us and rented us a very nice room for $110 tax included. Our erstwhile host finally called at 9:30. Upon being informed that we had given up and procured a hotel, his total comment was, "Well that's all right then." I subsequently reported him to the MTN organizers, and he has been permanently banned from the network. Serves him right, the bastard...

After an awesome breakfast of pancakes and bacon, we loaded up and headed south, passing through Leadville, Buena Vista, Salida, Canon City, Walsenburg, Ft. Garland, San Luis, Questa, and finally Taos. Approaching Walsenburg the weather was threatening, but we stayed dry. Lightning flashed around us on the mountains as we passed through Ft. Garland and San Luis. Just south of San Luis the radar detector started pinging, and I knew there was a cop using instant-on radar ahead. There were also some nasty crosswinds, best dealt with by a goose of throttle. Just after one such episode, the radar detector nearly exploded and we saw the deputy in the unmarked Dodge Charger Hemi turn around after us. Damn. I pulled over and waited, and he approached, staying well behind us out of eyesight. I craned my neck to see he was very nervous, with his hand on his holstered pistol. "What's up?" I asked, fully knowing what was up. "Just a minute and I'll tell you." I noted that he could not see my right hand, so I raised it for him to see it was empty. "You were speeding, 78 in a 65. Let me see your license and registration." Not wanting to make him more nervous, I explained in detail where the documents in question were located (license in my pocket and bike docs in the left saddlebag). I suggested that to comply, my wife would have to get off the bike, and then I would also, and I asked if it was OK to proceed along those lines. He allowed her to get off, and directed her to stand well away from the bike on the far side, keeping the bike between him and her. He then indicated that I could get off. I slowly removed gloves and helmet, making sure he had full view of my thinning, gray hair. I then described in detail where my license was, the asked for permission to proceed. We went on like this for 15 minutes while he verified that my license, registration, inspection, and insurance were all correct and current. Never moving his right hand more than an inch from his pistol, he took my docs back to the patrol car to write the ticket. I remained at the bike, both hands resting on the saddle in plain sight. After a minute of checking that my record was totally clean, he returned. "I never let anyone off for speeding on this road. But you showed a lot of concern for my personal safety, and I appreciate that. Have a nice day." He handed my docs back and left. No ticket - Score one for the good guys!

This lengthy and windy delay was sufficient to allow us to miss all the rain storms and make our way to Taos and stay dry. We stayed there Sunday-Friday nights and made contact with many of our biker friends at the WeSTOC motorcycle rally. As helpers to the organizing team, we worked a lot more than we rode the bike, and it was all good. The Northern New Mexico food was also a big plus for us - I gained 8 pounds that week! A good time was had by all, and I was awarded the coveted STOC Silver Tongue award for escaping a ticket. It's proudly on display on my office door at work. We made our way home with our friend Darryl on his Gold Wing, and he spent a night with us before continuing on to visit his father in Oregon before arriving home to his lonely wife in Seattle! Darryl is pictured here riding along Interstate 70 near Vail, Colorado.