… from whence cometh my help (or is that hope) … I can never remember. But here are some more photos from our adventure yesterday.

Longs Peak

Church on the side of the road

Loveland Pass

Snowbanks on the side of the road driving down from Loveland Pass.

Hairpin curve in road … note the lack of guardrails.  We noted this lack on a plethora of occasions.

Overlooking this lake I was inspired to write:

Sitting on a mountainside overlooking Lake Dillon – listening to the wind rustling through the pines.  It’s both soothing and lonely.  I imagine how it might have sounded night and day; endless days, endless nights — no music, no television, no entertainment …

hard work, bitter words, sour tears, sick children, dead husbands and the endless wind for companionship whispering through the pines which stand stark against the spring snow as a three day growth of beard — spiky and jagged.

Ground Squirrel investigating my pen.

This morning began with coffee and sunshine … what could be better!!