Colorado has my heart in many ways. I love the fresh clean air and every time I get in the mountains, my heart settles in. I’m a mountain girl plain and simple. I know I live by the ocean now and it’s nice but I can’t wait to get back to the mountains again.
I accidentally scheduled a trip to Colorado on what I thought was the Presidents’ day holiday. Turns out it was just Lincoln’s birthday so I had quite the Barbie moment there. But, go I must and so I hopped a plane and when I landed in Denver, my sinuses cleared and the arthritis in my left hip vanished. It was COLD. Less than 20 degrees when I got off the plane and I could not have been happier. I kept giggling as I was driving the jeep they gave me. I had rented a car but the two guys behind the desk of the rental place saw my California license and shared a funny look between them. “We think you’d do better with a four-wheel drive.”
I’d agree, but those are EXPENSIVE to rent, so I said thanks I’d be OK.
They gave me a jeep anyway but it wasn’t four-wheel drive, just front wheel drive. I thought it was very sweet of them but that darned vehicle was crap in the snow. Had zero traction and slipped all over the road. Never buy a Jeep Patriot. Luckily, I didn’t discover this until the next morning when it was light and not in the dead of night driving south on I25.
When I woke up and my girl rolled into the driveway to pick me up, I was in heaven. Not just because I got to see her and not just because we were on our way to pick up Owen, but because it had snowed.
I had to stop at the top of the stairs and giggle some more, which she found immensely funny. I got to wear my boots and socks!
Snow, snow, glorious snow.
We wandered about, having snacks here and there.
That’s a carrot cake muffin just to be clear. He’s a very healthy eater.
The red rocks of Manitou Springs and Garden of the Gods make for a glorious backdrop to soft fluffy white snow.
We practiced making snowballs until our fingers got very cold.
Then we headed back into town.
We went for pedicures and drinks – actually drinking while getting pedicures. Owen was the perfect boy. He tucked his toes into the water in both our tubs and chatted with the ladies giving our feet a happy lift.