I wanted to bring you along with me, but pictures will have to do; it was in the low 50's when I left my house; the 1hour 15 minute drive was easy as all of the snow on the roads had melted and roads were clear. It was 37 degrees F when I arrived in Estes Park. The river, which runs along the road for about 80% of the trip, was running quite briskly as the snowmelt had filled the river with fresh water....the wind was blowing a lot. Just days before, Estes had gusts of 100 mph and many large and ancient trees were toppled by its forceful vengeance....the evidence of trees down was everywhere.
Speaking of.....I'm gettng more and more used to our little rental house.....it's the love inside that makes it a home....and maybe that's the true message here.....
Stanley Hotel is in the background.