Well, I must have brought winter west with me; I can't seem to escape it. After weeks of 60 and 70 degree weather, Boulder's white once again. Ty and I had a sunny day of climbing at Eldorado Canyon for Ty's birthday, before the ice and snow arrived. That one day of intense color was so welcome though, the red rock feeding lichen in every shade of green, the vanilla scented pondorosa pines, blue sky.
We've been staying with Adley and Gaelan in their sweet cabin, nestled up against the Flat Irons in Chautaqua Park. Miles of trails meander up through the mountains from their home. They share the park with fox, mule deer, bears, and the occasional mountain lion. We've encountered the former two on some trail runs. The fox are especially friendly...and suspiciously round and sleek looking.
Seeing Ty again and visiting Adley and Gaelan has felt like coming home. We've been playing music, telling stories, cooking. They taught us a killer card game, progressive rummy, a tradition with Gaelan's family. Adley and I tried to make Ty a birthday cake, but it didn't quite turn out as planned. Despite Moosewood's best intentions, nothing beats loads of butter and sugar; baking at elevation's also a little new to us Midwestern girls.
I send love to you all,
Rose
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How's that hat working out? ;)
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