Home again

Hanging around the Cripple Creek Post Office

This is me getting off the plane last night. Flying the friendly skies sure takes the starch out of a person, but somehow the system gets most of us where we're going, at about the time we hoped. It feels good to be home.

Eleven Mile Canyon

Instead of brilliant Colorado blue skies, this morning I'm looking out at gray marine overcast. I may have missed the last of summer-- Seattle had record heat but now it's back in the 60's. Thank you John for doing the relentless watering. The garden looks wild but great.

Indian Paintbrush

I'll sort through the Cripple Creek pictures, and post more on the interesting mining tour later. Right now the washing machine is calling me...