Snowed Day

So Steamboat didn’t happen. They closed I-70 right after we bought chains, and closed 285 right when we’d gathered our courage to leave.

The roads are atrocious, the highways are closed, and it took so much planning and money and sub plans and my entire car packed for six people… And it’s heartbreaking.

And our Airbnb hostess tried to argue with me about going the Walden route and not refunding me.

Bitch, I’m a Taurus, and I WILL spend an hour on hold and send links to every damn CDOT warning ever made to get my money back.

So now I have a snowy weekend with this snow-loving Pomapoo, my money, and my family safe at home.

I love you snow, but you’re kind of killing me right now. Time to get out the Nordic skis.

Sunday Reflections

the pic of the day:

shattered shards of icy glass

in a parking lot?

a partner ski date

with never-gets-old peak views

and perfect powder?

or my son’s bracelet

two weeks into this new life

we’re building from scratch?

it’s my dilemma:

choosing the best words, pictures

to capture this life

Pup and All

back to school and work

my mind’s still in these mountains

burning for a view

Snow Max

skiing is a dream

found in powdery wide slopes

in Colorado

New Year’s Eve

in 2019

Bruce learned to ski from up high

into a new life

in 2019

a drain drained our resources

and worsened our debt

in 2019

my girls adjusted again

to life’s challenges

in 2019

we were given the rare chance

to make a difference

in 2019

we traveled through the country

searching for ourselves

in 2020

we’ll make a better life

everywhere we go

A Bluebird Afternoon

so simple, really:

the teens play cabin boardgames

while we ski for love

Mount Bierstadt

first: the moon and sun

second: 8.5 miles

third: a fourteener

fourth: pomapoo strength

fifth: learning to climb mountains

sixth: altitude high

Front Range Burnout

a weekend hiking

is the only proper way

to enjoy summer

Summer Break

weekday hiking joys:

mostly-empty trails with dogs

who love each other

uncompromised views

of our blue-sky perfect peaks

and wildflowers

best of all? no work

to big down miles of fun,

of escapism

Seasonal Adore Disorder

a cloud beneath us–

powder day brings heaven home

as flakes float our love