Tag Archives: summer

spring has sprung.

6 May

We had our first thunderstorm of the season today.

Over the last month or so, we’ve had some “thunderstorms” sweep through the county, but each of those bouts of thunder and lightening were in the company of snow; needless to say I was surprised to see that this particular thunderstorm was accompanied by RAIN, not snow.

It didn’t last long, a mere 5 minutes or so, much like our typical summer afternoon rainstorm, but in those five minutes, I stopped what I was doing and sat quietly at my desk, office window cracked, and let the cool breeze blow over my bare arms, goose bumps prickling across my skin. I breathed in the scent of rain and listened to the thunder rumble over the mountaintops and realized that though I am thrilled to get a sneak peak of summer, the deluge of rain means our soft spring snow is going to melt faster, thereby bringing the ski season to a fast approaching end.

Sick, you say?

Perhaps, I say.

Though, that just means you haven’t yet had the opportunity to ski in bikini weather 🙂

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july, a montage.

25 Jul

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oh darling.

28 Jun

let’s be adventurers!

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winterspring/summer

25 Jun

A photo montage of life to date.

 

 

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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.

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W-I-L-D flowers.

9 Jul

I caught a glimpse of one of last winter’s numerous “snowpocalypse” weekends and thought to myself,

“I wonder why I was so over the snow”

Then, I saw these babies and remembered that summer has just begun.

summer

so here’s the thing about new jobs…

28 Jun

They take over your life!

I’ve essentially moved into the Inn at Keystone…ala “Eloise“, which doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for short stories about the magic of Peru. Having said that, that last few episodes of “the peruvian chronicles” are in the works, but in the meantime here’s a snapshot of the last few weeks. Come visit, I happen to know the manager at a cute little mountain hotel :).

In training for the USA Pro Challenge

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Frisco BBQ Challenge

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Hummingbird visitor off the deck

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Good morning from the Inn at Keystone

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Hike up to the 7:30 Mine in Silver Plume, CO

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Abbey Road and Gucci pup

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Summer storm over Lake Dillon, Dillon, CO

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Tommy moved next door! 

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Ska Brewing Company, Vinifera Stout 

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Drinks with the girls at The Warming Hut

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