I think many of us wish we could be so blessed. I love you. Take time to heal. Well campers, it happened - our first light dusting of white stuff landed up here in the high country. Late Friday night a hard chargin' storm came south and many of us were forced out of our shorts and sandals for the warmer wear provided by shorts, socks and a long sleeve shirt.
Transition is the way of the world.
I'm not sure I'm ready, just yet. It's this way every year. Shortly after Labor Day the winds come up, mornings are crisper, and knees begin hiding. We know skiing is still months away, yet the fever sets in. The aspen leaves outside my window are still green but our eyes focus on the white dusting up on the mountains.