I’ve always thought of Colorado as a place to visit rather than a place to live. I have an old friend from high school who is a Denver real estate agent and sometimes she sends me listings to try and entice me to move there. Clever thing, that girl. The properties are always tempting. But I am an East Coast girl to the core.
What got me to thinking about this is my dad just sent me some old pictures he found from a trip he took to Estes Park. I’d post some, but they are actually prints he sent in the mail. I’m not in a position to scan them right now. ? He went during the summer one year and the pictures he sent were taken from the open door of his hotel room. In the distance you can see mountains capped with snow. That sounds wonderful right about now.
It also makes me think about an old boyfriend who would tell me stories about when he lived in Denver. He and some friends decided to take off for the peaks one 4th of July to play in the snow. He told me that story while we were melting from the July heat in West Virginia watching the annual fireworks on the river. It made me crave a cold beer.
We have another hot day here in Florida. Picturing snow capped mountains actually does help cool me off as I sit here next to the oscillating fan.