This weekend was Grayson's memorial service. A few of us went on a ride in his honor. We were very lucky with the weather because it appeared to be raining everywhere except where we were. Too many thoughts about that to even begin...
Today I left Denver behind and am happy to report that I an in Steamboat with Miss Erin and Tarn. It hasn't sunk in that Denver is in the rear view mirror so to speak, but I do find this trip rather symbolic. It didn't dawn on me until I was driving into Silverthorn, but the last time I made this trip was at the end of December. I spent that trip doing some soul searching on what home is and why it is so important to me. Now that I think about it, Steamboat is the perfect and only appropriate launch pad for this journey.
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