Little Miss 300 Days of Sunshine

Boulder is *known* for its 300+ days of sunshine.  It’s, like, famous for it.  I try not to be smug about it, but coming from the land of perpetual winter, I really can’t help myself.  So when Emily waltzed into town, I just knew she’d love this place so much…that she probably wouldn’t want to leave.

It was late afternoon by the time she arrived; the sun was strong still but the air was on the chilly side.  We caught up over coffee, I fretted about sunburn (because “Be careful Emily, the sun is incredibly strong here!”) and I accidentally over-smiled:

The hot sun dropped fast, so we set out in search of fire…

The Pearl Street performers…you wouldn’t be able to find this kind of fun in frigid Minnesota, you know.

Much to my disbelief, it actually got, dare I say it, a wee nippy out on the street.  We hustled home to warm our toesies, sip tea, and catch up on all the time we had missed out on since our move.

When we settled in for the night, I slept well, knowing the mountains and a perfect day would greet us in the morning.

The next day arrived, right on time as it usually does, and we headed back out to bustling Pearl Street to take in the sights.

Except, it was rather glum outside and you could barely make out the mountains.  We hung out all day pretend shopping, popping into stores solely to stay warm.  I was more than a little bummed the sunshine didn’t join us.

Nonetheless, I had a few more days to let CO blow Emily’s mind, starting out with the incredibly picturesque Chautauqua the very next morning:

Even with the sunshine, surprisingly, it was cold to start out with.  But, we got hot fast after tromping through the snow packed trails (and also because baby, we were born that way).

Emily gobbled the views right up.  Finally, the inevitable CO love affair was set into motion…

Unfortunately, the trails were super slick and would make anyone carrying camera equipment worth-way-more-than-my-car more than a little nervous.  So we had to turn back early.  Why, Colorado, why are you doing this to me?

To make up for our crappy “hike”, I took Emily to the most intricate tea house in Boulder.  What I imagined is us sipping pretty drinks outside.  What I didn’t expect is for the sun to skip town and leave us with a dreary, windy, messy day.  We took cover inside.

To top it off, her bloom tea didn’t bloom properly because it was apparently feeling shy.  I was beginning to worry Emily might not be having the time of her life after all…

Thankfully, a new dawn was waiting for us and I just knew a fresh start would change her mind.  I, my friends, planned to take her to Rocky National Park, one of the most beautiful places on earth.

Our drive in, in hopes of enjoying some leisurely snowshoeing:

Luckily, we were told, there was “Little-to-no chance of death, if you stick together and take cover in the trees.  Except, watch out for falling trees because those could kill you too.  It’s pretty nasty out there.”

Thank gosh we’re tough chicks from Minnesota because this weather was not for the faint of heart.

It took the entire evening, in front of the fire of our apartment, for my soul to thaw.  Since my hopes were dashed by the blizzardy madness of Rocky National Park, I realized I could only bank on one final thing.

We had to go skiing.

People FLOCK to this state to ski their ever lovin hearts out and I knew the slopes would be the perfect medicine to cure any bitter memories.

You know where this is going, yeah?

You know that great tune “I had the time of my life (and I’ve never felt like this before)”?  Pretty sure Emily never felt like this before.

I won’t even mention the horribly massive snowstorm that Emily had to drive through to catch her early morning flight back home because it’s all too much for me to take.

Emily, please come back someday?  We can do a re-do?

UPDATE:  Take a peek at Emily’s view of CO through her iPhone here!

17 thoughts on “Little Miss 300 Days of Sunshine

    • We sure made due with the naughty weather. Hubs made us awesome breakfasts and being with Emily, even in the middle of a blizzard, is time well spent in my book!

    • Please come again and we’ll give that double black diamond another shot. No, on second thought, let’s hang out in the chalet with hot cocoa and just tell everyone we got revenge. Thank you for putting up with all of the craziness and the sooner I see your pretty face, the better!

  1. Rule of thumb in colorado: never, ever try to predict the weather. :) Denver had 5″ of snow in May my first year here but no worries, it was gone the next day. Not before my mother’s shoes were soaked through because, as she asked, who knew to bring boots in May?

    Love the pics.

    • Great words of wisdom. Colorado is just spontaneous, I guess! Now, it’s so nice out, I’ve been lubing up with sunscreen and eating outside! Crazytown.

  2. Never try to out-guess the weather…it never ends well…unless you like playing in the snow or jumping in rain puddles! I’m glad you all were still able to have a gret time :)

  3. I am laughing out loud. Hugs to Emily. We can’t control the weather but we can control how much we enjoy the time spent and it looks like Emily did. I love your story blogs. lv mamap

  4. Emily, please do come again. The weather will be perfect, I promise. I mean, with 300 days of sunshine a year, you can’t get 2 crappy weeks, right?

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