Last weekend, Dan and I went to the mountains with a group of friends. One of the couples has a cabin in the most beautiful spot. We took a walk one morning. Lots of pine beetle kill in the area, but already there are little seedlings popping up throughout the area, replenishing the forest.
We went to the Winter Park Beer Festival, where the weather was gorgeous . . .
. . . until we started to pack up to leave. That's when the skies opened up and there was a torrential hailstorm. Hail the size of marbles. Yes, they hurt!
We had a campfire one night, and I tried to get a photo of the full moon. It didn't turn out all that great, but here's a glimpse.
We spent the rest of the weekend eating lots of fabulous food, the girls went to a craft sale (twice!) and found some cool stuff, and we all took naps in the afternoon. I'm sure it was all that fresh air, not anything about how old we're getting or anything.
Our water aerobics class is finishing up the summer with an end-of-the-summer-blitz, going every day for three weeks. The class is a combination aerobics/ornithology class, for all the birds we see. Besides the ducks that occasionally take a dip in the pool with us (they stay at their end, we stay at ours), we see geese flying overhead, a night heron perched in one of the trees yesterday, and earlier in the week there was a Swainson's Hawk perched on a light post, watching over the class.
I've been working feverishly to stay caught up with my two online classes, while determined to finish James Michener's Hawaii before a trip there in a few weeks. I like to read about places where I'm traveling, however, I should have given myself a little more time for this one.
Enough rambling. I'm hitting 'publish'. Be back soon!