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.
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.