|Downtown Estes Park, CO in mid-September 2002. It honestly hasn't changed much in the last 14.5 years.|
|View from the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, 2002|
I was absolutely struck by the beauty of this state.
|Deer and elk roamed freely through yards during our visit.|
|A view from just outside Rocky Mountain National Park looking down into the Estes Park area/valley in 2002. It was a hazy day, but still lovely.|
|We had to stop during our travel through the mountains because I couldn't get over the rock formations, water and trees.|
Our home at the time was in typically smog-filled southern California and rarely, unless at a beach on a clear day, would we see skies even remotely as clear and blue as those in Colorado. It was easy to understand why people continued to ask the question because to us it seemed such a thing couldn't possibly exist. I assured anyone who wondered such thoughts that the photographs were undoctored and that yes, in fact, the skies truly are that blue.
|A photo taken last year, just down the road from home.|
|A partly cloudy day, but the backdrop was still something to behold.|
|A gravel ride three years ago left me in awe of my surroundings.|
It's easy to grow weary of the dry, dead, browns of winter, and this season has been unusually light on snow, making it feel somehow even more dreary (or maybe that's just me). Perhaps my brain expects that if no snow is falling, it should be spring and I expect to see greens and blooms?
Oh well. Regardless, I am enjoying the season and my surroundings as I pedal or walk about. The fat tire bike may not be getting as much use as I'd have thought at the start of winter, but I have no doubt it will see its fair share of time as well. In the meantime, I'll enjoy the tans and browns that overtake in winter, as well as the beautiful winter blue sky. How can I not when there is so much loveliness to see? Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, a small part is still looking forward to spring. It's closing in faster than I thought!