I’ve learned that out here in “God’s Country” crazy is as crazy does (in more ways than one…). But the craziest thing that’s happened to me since I moved out here, happened today.
Let me set the scene for ya. It was about 1 o’clock this afternoon. I was on my way home from a fantastic hike through the mines of Mt. Baldy (the trail was aptly named, Nightmare on Baldy Mine). It was a beautiful day for a hike. About 30 degrees, bluebird skies, the sun glittering on the snow, and lots of pups to play with along the way. My favorite four-legged friend of the day was a 10 month old Newfie pup named Summit. He COULD NOT get enough of me…it’s a curse, I know!
Anyway, I finished the hike, took some last minute photos, hopped in the Jeep, started back down to Keystone. I took a right onto Swan Mountain Road and noticed a guy hitchhiking on the side of the road and for some reason I felt compelled to pick him up (must have been all the fresh air…).
I pulled over (ok…skidded to stop on the side of the road…thank goodness for 4WD!)
ME: “Hey! Where are you headed?”
Curly-haired Dude: “The Cove (aka Summit Cove)
ME: “Nice, I’m actually headed that way. Hop in”
Curly-haired Dude: major fist pump action “AWESOME! Thanks!”
He hopped in and we drove on. We started chatting and as it turns out, he grew up in Cincinnati, went to Indian Hill (the NTHS of Cincy), and graduated a year after me from…you guessed it, MoFO! And if that’s not enough of a coincidence for you, he knew our house “It’s Better on the Beech” AND knew a ton of my friends. If that’s not an indication as to how the world just keeps getting smaller, I don’t know what is!
Before I forget, here are a few shots of some of the mines I saw today. It’s like my own personal Tomboy Bride 🙂