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oh darling.

28 Jun

let’s be adventurers!

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petrichor.

23 Jun

A soft breeze blows gently.

It caresses my hot skin as though it were silk, whispering through the quaking Aspens that stand sentinel off of my front porch. My skin erupts in a cascade of goose bumps as the cool air rushes to catch up with the heady barbecue smoke drifting from the grill next door.

Rain is coming.

Perhaps it will bring with it booming claps of thunder and bright shards of lightning, baring off of their clouds as though running from the rain itself.

Perhaps it will blow south to Breckenridge, or perhaps north to Steamboat, Lake Dillon and our Rocky Mountains doing their best to redirect the wind, the rain, the lighning, the thunder, and the clouds that are shrouding Red and Buffalo in a fog of a brooding Aegean blue.

I recently learned that the smell of the rain hitting the dry ground has a name, an identity of its own.

Petrichor.

Somehow, the word, Petrichor, takes away from the scent that punctuates so much of the summers of my childhood in the Midwest.

Summer has a mythical quality that, at least in my case, stems from childhood.

The excitement of long days on beach, the sand, dusty and hot, between my toes and the chilling waters of Lake Michigan making my feet, my hands, and my spine ache with cold.

The shrieks and cheers of summer nights spent playing “Kick the Can” with neighborhood kids of all ages, our own little block party situated in the midst of our neighbors’ bushes and trees, all within 50 steps of the can, itself situated in the middle of the street.

The chorus of halyards as the lines sing their song against the mast; the gentle rocking of the waves as the harbor softly recites a lullaby and lulls you off to sleep.

Ice cream, Chocolate Chocolate Chip, dripping down your cone, down your hand and up your arm; a secret salty, sweet smack as you discreetly lick the drip clean from your appendage.

Petrichor.

Though the word is bit scientific for me, the smell, the identity of the rain?

It means everything.

55° and 14 days to go.

29 Mar

I happened to be off both Saturday and Sunday this week (unheard of!!) and had hoped to spend my weekend (a true weekend!) hiking, skiing and enjoying the sunshine and warm temperatures that have punctuated Summit County’s March. Alas, strep throat and a nasty head cold threw a bit of a wrench into my weekend plans.

So though I was mandated to stay at home and rest my weary throat (Who I am kidding! No one wanted my germy self anywhere near them) on Friday and Saturday, the girls and snuck out for a quick stroll along the lake on Sunday morning an boy was it glorious.

Anyway, it’s now Sunday afternoon and I have officially not been contagious for a full 21 hours, who wants to grab a beer at Pug’s?!

PS: 14 days til we the end of the season!

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mayhem.

18 Mar

At 15 weeks (if any of you saw my Instagram post, I counted wrong…blonde moment!), Mayhem is full of opinions.

She likes: SUN (will find any and all sunny spots on the deck and in the living room and claim them as hers), treats, snuggles on HER terms, annoying Abbey Road, making new friends…human and dog alike.

She dislikes: snow, puddles, the car (unless it is helping her escape hikes where snow is present) temperatures below 45°, pooping on grass (?) and being told “NO”

How did I end up with a princess pup?! Either she is stinkin’ cute and the best snuggler (on HER terms…) around!

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(p)update.

11 Mar
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A Tenmile sunset, Sapphire Point

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“Scene of the crime “, aka the day I broke my booty while on a run around the lake (ouch!)

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Leadville, CO

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Cowboys, Leadville, CO

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Sunset Selfie, Sapphire Point

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“Spring!”, says Abbey

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Abbey teaching Mayhem the finer points of “poop diving”

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Mayhem the Gremlin

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Skijoring, Leadville, CO

progress.

4 Feb

Mayhem so badly wants to be best friends with Abbey, but Abbey looks at Mayhem like she’s a flea.

That said, even though this sweet moment lasted all of seven minutes, I am calling it progress.

Also, these two?

Best. Snugglers. Ever.

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oh hai.

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