“Live the life you love.” As seen in Estes Park, Colorado, many moons ago.
The last two nights — January 6 and 7, 2020 — the moon shine has woken me up during the middle of the night.
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance ...
This is a photo from the drive from Santa Fe, New Mexico north to Colorado, taking the back roads (Route 285) rather than the expressway. I took this photo in March, 2015.
I had to go to a physical therapy appointment early this morning in Louisville, Colorado, and one benefit of getting up early were some beautiful views of the overnight snow, clouds on one side of the sky, and sunshine on the other.
Here’s a very touching story on colorado.edu titled, Xenna the service dog helps Navy vet do laboratory research.
“She didn’t want to die in the hospital,” Arlene said. “I promised her, ‘You’re not going to die in the hospital. You’re not going to die in here.’”
~ from this story on uchealth.org
A wee bit of cause and effect:
I may never have lived in Alaska
if I didn’t first go there on vacation.
I may have never gone to Alaska on vacation
if Colorado wasn’t on fire in 2002.
I may not have thought to go to Alaska in 2002
if I hadn’t discovered Northern Exposure ~1996.
I may never have discovered Northern Exposure
if I didn’t quit a job I didn’t like in 1995.
I may never have discovered Northern Exposure if a tv channel
that doesn’t exist today hadn’t aired it back then.
This keeps going back in time until I was born (or before then),
but that’s the basic idea.
Started the drive back to Colorado at 5:50am EST Tuesday in Kentucky. Waited out the morning’s nasty snowstorm with some old-timers and truckers at a McD’s in Georgetown, Indiana.
Got tired of waiting, so when the snow let up a little I got back in the car. Maneuvered through snow-and-ice induced wrecks between Corydon and Evansville. Wanted to kiss the ground when it finally got dry after 11am. Drove through the sunset in Kansas, then followed the truckers, the Moon, and stars across the rest of Kansas and Colorado, arrived home at 12:20am MST Wednesday. Looking forward to seeing if the mountains are white whenever I wake up.
A tub of applesauce exploded when I returned to higher altitude (driving back to Colorado from Kentucky). I’m always surprised when that doesn’t happen to my brain.
~ December 7, 2017
A lot of people don’t believe it when they come to the Boulder, Colorado area, but there were very few, if any, trees in Boulder and other towns like Louisville naturally. As you can see in this image from the 1800s, there are a few trees on the left side of the image, which is west, and closer to the mountains. Louisville, Colorado is east of here.
This image comes from the City of Boulder Facebook page.