red rocks and I-25 . . . what miraculous bad luck looked like on our way home from Colorado Springs.
Thoughts on moving to Washington and all the things in between.
Some thoughts on how to form an educated opinion, fueled by what sets my soul in fire.
always after those clear nights and wide open skys.
This took forever write. Mostly because this place deserves only good words, truth, and honest gratitude for all of the lessons I learned while romping around those golden hills.
There's more joy to be had in the winter than I could have guessed.