Chad & I went to Colorado over Memorial Weekend. (Blessing #729) It's always risky when he takes me there, because he knows I may not climb back into the car to come home.
I usually check out the local newspaper to see if there are any social studies jobs open in the area. Not that it does me any good, as Chad doesn't quite share my passion about the Rockies. He enjoys them, but doesn't think he could ever live there. (sad face)
I keep praying that at least one of my children will attend college in Colorado, in the hopes that they'll find jobs there and stay . . . giving me a place to visit often.
We stayed in a B&B at Fort Collins Friday night, and enjoyed wondering around in the historic downtown area. (#730) Bisetti's is an AMAZING Italian restaurant downtown, and their food was awesome! They've been voted the "Rocky Mountain's Best Italian Restaurant" since 1996. We went on a scenic drive around Horsetooth Resevoir, which was beautiful. So was the sunset.
On Saturday, we drove up to Estes Park. The drive along the Big Thompson Canyon is my all-time favorite drive. (#731) We open the windows and let the mountain air inside. My eyes travel back and forth from one side of the canyon to the other, trying to take it all in. I always offer to drive so Chad can enjoy the view, but am thankful he never takes me up on the offer. His favorite part of the drive is watching my reaction to the ginormous rocks, the fast-flowing river beside us, and the canyon itself. I just can't get enough of them.
We arrived in Estes before our cabin was ready, so we drove up Trail Ridge Road, the highway to the sky. (#732) The wind was pretty fierce, but we did manage to hike on the "Rooftop of the Rockies" a little ways before turning around to warm up in the car.
I love the view from every corner and turn. These majestic mountains have God's handprint all over them. (#733)
Surprises of wild flowers, growing fragile, pop up in areas that seems impossible for growth. (#734)
There was a haze in the sky, caused by the fires in New Mexico. And the next morning, we noticed that our car was covered in little dots of ash from the fires.
Even though the winter snowfall was far less than normal, there was still quite a bit of snow, as you can tell from the drift Chad posed next to. I remember taking my photo on this same curve when I was a little girl. Whenever my dad got enough rain to shut off the irrigation wells, we'd head to Colorado, South Dakota, or KC. My favorite was always Colorado, but that's no secret. Maybe we can retire in Colrado some day. There's always hope.
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