I closed the door on the gallery Dec. 18th, got in the cookie express the next morning and drove 26 hours to Colorado for Christmas with the Chick-lets.
I had been to Colorado, almost the same trip in 1984 and ya know the same mountains are still there. Not one mountain had done a side out rotate. I still get altitude sickness like it's my job and it was just like I remembered.
We saw mountains…..
Dogs who live in mountains and apparently enjoy the ski slopes of Crested Butte...
And children who I completely identify with….
Stop poking me, I just want to lay here and die…..
And then my family thought we needed to taste the local rum.
Ahhhhh the size of my head… no drinking for this flat-lander, but the family had great time.
And while all my friends back in Cleveland were emailing about cooking the Christmas turkey in shorts, sandals and windows wide open, I learned the true meaning of muffin tops!
While my family hurled themselves down a mountain on skinny fiber glass sticks at 12,300 ft.
I huffed and puffed to the Crested Butte library and a coffee shop with free wifi and free refills! Score!
Took a walk through town.
After 8 days of living in a 400 square foot apartment with an angry cat, hyper dog and 4 large people, I learned we have a pretty great time together. There was no fighting, even with one bathroom, sign us up for the Peace talks!
Oh and no kitchen table, eating Christmas dinner in lawn chairs was interesting :)
and the drive home…… flooding, roads closed, road construction, ice storms and an extra 12 hours.
But we made it back to Ohio and the land of questionable behavior...
This is the first time we have had time to walk the beach and roll back to Sunday mornings.
Loads of changes in store this year. There have been some cataclysmic things hit home since January 4th and lots of hindsight. So lets get this party started ……
PS: Dear Family….. you will need a crow bar to get me out of my house next year. I will send cookies and large cardboard cutout.
