The lady who scanned my boarding pass told me to have a good trip.
I said “you too!” and we had an awkward moment. My flight clothes (wisely
chosen) were my one and only pair of jeans, my college sweat shirt, and what I
like to call my “snow boots”. Pretty much the heaviest and warmest things that
I own. After about 33 seconds of arriving in Colorado, I regretted my choice.
For the first time since arriving in this country, my wardrobe is actually
justified – and I’m not the only one sporting short shorts and a tee.
Arrived on Saturday and left on Tuesday, a quick, fabulous little
trip to Pagosa Springs Colorado, a little town that looks like it was ripped
right out of a Western movie. It was wonderful, refreshing, and I got to spend
some cherished, quality time with a wonderful YWAM friend, her fiancé, and her
four month old; who just happens to be the cutest baby in the whole wide world.
We hiked, we ate out, we went to a blues and folk music hippy festival, we
soaked in natural hot springs (and smelt like rotten eggs accordingly) and best
of all; we caught up and hung out and got some good quality d&m time. I went for a run yesterday
morning and coming home got horribly lost, I ended up having to be driven
around by a nice, Colorado cowboy who laughed at me and dealt with me as I
puffed and questioned, “they live somewhere near a lake!” (there are several)
and, “their street starts with a C… I think”. I spent a lot of the trip dusty
and dirty and kind of unable to breathe (something about altitude), but it was
wonderful and relaxing and just what I needed post-Seattle, a home, some time
to chill, people who know me well, and a darn cute little baby.
I also became quite attached to a certain chip-munk. And everyone
knows life doesn’t get much better then that.
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