Old Man Winter hasn't quite arrived in the Colorado high country, but he's sure knocking at the door. I missed the aspen's beautiful show, so it was a bonus to see a few golden trees left along the road when I drove the last 20 miles from Divide to Cripple Creek. I stopped to take this picture and the sky was dry and cloudy.
But the weather has a real bad attitude, like: "I'll probably rain today, but I'll snow when I darn well feel like it." The transition between seasons is pretty abrupt up here at 10,000 elevation.
The guest connection at the casino hotel is slow, although I can't imagine there's much competition for the Internet service. I heard doors closing after midnight and doubt anyone else is up this early tapping away on a laptop. (Insomnia is one of the short term effects of rapid high altitude adjustment.)
Anyway, my trip couldn't have gone better yesterday. However, at various check-in counters they asked if I was "traveling alone." Maybe I've entered the age when people treat you like an un-escorted kid? Ha! Might as well take advantage of AARP generation perks and move to the head of the line.
The folks are doing well and look good. It was wonderful seeing them waiting for me yesterday afternoon. We have some simple but enjoyable things planned for the next few days, but will mostly enjoy spending time together.
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