When we moved to Steamboat full-time this past February, I was convinced we would need to escape the infamous mud season for at least a month after the mountain closed to prevent cabin-fever-related injuries since many on the Front Range of Colorado warned us of seriously long winters.

Au contraire.

After a lovely 2-week holiday on the beach (expensive, humid and buggy--but oh so beautiful and relaxing), we were both so anxious to get back to the mountains around Steamboat that we even...showed up at the airport 24 hours early.  Oops.  Details only after the pain of the extra cashola required to get home that day fades a bit.

That cool Colorado air when I walk out of DIA has always felt like a calming sense of roots and being in the right place, and as we drove home from DIA through snow part-way, we both started grinning as our shoulders dropped down away from "chill" ears.  And just now, after driving through slushy snow over Rabbit Ears both ways to visit mom in NE and clients and audiences in Fort Collins, I didn't mind slowing down the car one little bit.  Instead, we started talking about getting out early enough to snowshoe Rabbit Ears Pass area before delivering noontime pizza to some very helpful and supportive people at The Lodge.

But that depends on when I get to bed which depends on when I head upstairs to take a bath while enjoying a snack and a beverage.  So this blog post needs to end.  Thanks for reading.