Danny and I headed back to Colorado this past week to see family for the holiday. At his sister's in Denver, we baked 3 fancy pies, grilled a turkey (a first for me!), ate plenty of food, and laughed til our sides hurt. We had much to give thanks for. I stayed up late every night and stayed in bed until at least 8 every morning. It was glorious!
We took the dogs and spent a few days at the house in the mountains, nestled between Winter Park and Granby. The drive up there is so wonderful, it's hard to put to words. It's bright and warm in the sunshine, but quickly dark and snowy in the shade. Cars pull off to the shoulder every couple miles, where people ski and snowboard in seemingly random spots. Mountain sheep graze mere yards from the highway roads. There are abandoned mine shafts and a legitimate "General Store" in each small town we pass. All of the log houses have expansive windows to take in the views. Coatless, we laid out on the deck in the winter air, because the hot sun was warmth enough. The dogs loved running wild, prancing through the snow and filling their soft fur with ferocious burs. Here's just a few photos, I'll share more this week!
- Danny & Scout playing in the meadow next to the house.
- Heidi in the meadow, pre-haircut (due to the burs).
- Scout in front of the purple mountains' majesty.
- The upper deck, outside our cozy room.
- Danny taking a stroll (with me!) behind the house.