Sugar Loaf

We woke up last Saturday with the intent to catch a peek of the golden Colorado Aspens but SNOW showed up in the foothills and cold rain filled in the cracks (oh my).  I was not even remotely deterred because I had a new $6.50 scarf from Forever21 to show off and thus declared to Hubs that the plan for autumy fall pictures was still a go.

We armed ourselves with hot beverages,

and made the treacherous hike to the top of Sugar Loaf mountain.  When I say treacherous, I really mean it was a gentle hike that last less than 10 minutes.  Be impressed anyway because, wow, it was hauntingly quiet and beautiful up there.  Also, flippin’ cold.

Much to my delight, we were still able to catch a few glimpses of gold.

It was after my hands froze into clenched stumps that Hubs decided a sketchy Mexican joint for some spicy salsa just might be the best medicine for our icy souls.  He was right.

From this, I realized two things:

1. We *really* need to find that box with all of our hats/mittens and winter gear.  How could one lose a large box in an 800 square ft apartment?

2.  I don’t know what a sugar loaf is exactly, but I’ve been craving one (or three) for breakfast ever since.

Raves and Faves: SEPTEMBER

Here is my Top 7 (yes, 7) list of September loves. In other words, another chance to List thing-ys. *claps*

1.  Our trip home to MN for my cousin’s wedding.  Weddings are wonderful.  You get a chance to catch up with good people all at one time AND everyone is spiffed up and wearing deodorant.  Here’s my immediate family, mostly behaving ourselves.

2.  The leaves are changing and starting to fall.  It’s my favorite, absolutely favorite, time of year.

3.  MamaP graced us with a visit (and subsequently succumbed to AAI).

4.  I welcomed my second visitor just a day later, a dear old running friend of mine.  It’s so funny, that even after months of being apart, we can just fall right back into it – like we never missed a step together.

5.  We met up with some new-old friends (long story) and decided to pack up for a sunset picnic in the mountains.  Hubs and I brought scary slop cookies and 4 peaches.  Ben and Sara brought fancy prosciutto, cheese, crackers, a killer salad (probably the best salad I have ever known?) and everything else imaginable for a classy picnic.  The sun set on us (helping to hide my shame) and the cool air rushed in.  It sure was a nice way to spend a Sunday evening.

6.  I’m still coaching the cross country kids.  Although the perils of rabid high school insecurities can be draining at times, I still think it’s a treat.  Oh, and I got a team trucker hat, which thrills me more than it should.

7.  The weather.  It’s been deliciously perfect.

September roared through my usually quiet jungle and now October is here, with the promise of pumpkins.  Pumpkins!!

Family Matters

As promised, I threw together a recap of MamaP’s weekend getaway here in Colorado.  It goes a little something like this.

The day she got to town, I had to skip off to a cross country meet.  So, while I was making a positive influence on our youth, MamaP and Hubs were on the underside of a different kind of influence.

What I mean is, they went straight to a brewery:

I imagine they had a nice time because I found this on my camera later that evening:

The next day was reserved for just us ladies.  We shopped and talked and walked.

Oh, and we got cupcakes.

(it’s ok if a little drool slipped out over that maple-bacon-chocolate delight)

It’s funny.  I see so much of myself in her and yet, we are so different.  It’s a good different.

As you already know, we started our third day with a sunrise hike (I use the term loosely) in the mountains…

With intermittent rock climbing:

After warming our tummies with hot coffee, she had a total cow over doing outdoor yoga:

Although we packed a lot into the little time we had together, we still managed to stop and smell the roses…

Enjoy the ordinary moments…

And spend some good old fashioned quality time together.

Unfortunately, the weekend dissolved and, as it goes, all good things come to an end.  It was time to go.

Goodbyes are hard, especially when it comes to family that matters.  Hope to see her again soon.