Rocky Mountain High

Both Grandchildren were born there. really liked the living there, I miss it myself, I know they must. They moved on with the work, now in Austin, Texas. While Austin is weird and the Texans love it so and much to offer, I do miss the Rocky Mountain High. Going up to Red Feather at the Continental Divide was a favorite place for me. My husband took one look at the place and said it was me, flannel shirts and hiking boots, a dog in the back of the pickup truck ( I would NEVER have a dog in the back, would be in the cab of the truck) ,but the picture he drew was that I could LIVE that way and he could not. Dirt street, raised wooden side walk, post office in the general store. As I sit here composing this, I can still see in my mind the storm that was brewing up there, the smell of the drops of water hitting the dirt and the ozone in the air. We left with the storm following us down to Owl Canyon where the kids lived. Do I MISS the place or not? Only other place is here, in my log house, front yard the Park.

Such a long way to pull a Pod and with gas prices it makes it really hard to consider.

Again, lucky you.