This window has recently been my portal to spring. I've watched flickers dig through the garden, kids giggle with glee as they ride their bikes up and down the sidewalk, and I watched the snow pile up to over 4' in May. In the evening neighbors chat as they water their lawns and refill the birdfeeders. And, I smile. Man, I love spring.
Summer is a time of festivals in Colorado's high country.
Locally, in Salida, our biggest 'to do' is FiBArk. Held on Father's Day weekend the town doubles in size and fills with some of the best whitewater boaters in the world. Afterwards we all take a four day nap. There's the mountain folk who arrive with their pockets thinly lined, but rich in creativity, talent, tenacity and wit. The River's Full of Them Finding a living, functioning society that you didn't even know existed is like . . .