“A day in the country is worth a month in town”Christina Rossetti
Showing posts with label Paonia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paonia. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Catch Up and Keep Up

Friends:

I still have so many Colorado pictures to share, and pictures I haven't taken at home (Still that pocket problem. I like gym shorts in the summer). I'm afraid I'm getting further behind in everything.

Here's a little catch up from our first day ride from Denver to Poania, along some designated Scenic Routes on Rts. 91, 82 and 133. Lunch in Leadville.Hurry so I can use the solar potties.Independence, outside of Aspen. Ghost interpreter anyone?

Truth is, we came home a day early from our vacation because Mom had a bit of a fall. We are trying to nurse her along and get her moving again. Having been through a similar problem myself just six weeks ago, I know things take time, and it works better with rest and help.

Once again, I ask your patience as my blogs are here and there, and not always on time.Here is today's picture of Mia from the mudroom door. If only I could sleep like this!

Friday, July 16, 2010

Thank You Colorado!

View from Paonia
I had my first visit to Colorado this past week and what a pleasure it was. At first I was disappointed with the scenery, and as soon as I said so out loud, the views began to leap at me.But the best part of Colorado was visiting old friends. First we stayed a lovely night and day with my freshman college roommate, Eileen, and her husband Chuck. We got to be there for their wedding anniversary, and we were at that wedding just 22 short years ago. It was so nice to relax on a nice warm evening with them, and try to catch up with our lives.In Vail, I spent a few hours with my running partner from my first marathon, Jan, who had left for Vail twenty nine years ago.What is wonderful is how we can pick up where we left off, and continue the conversation. All of us have children, and homes, and a few gray hairs, but we are still the young, albeit, slower, women we met in our youth. Friends are the best part of travel.