Saturday, July 9, 2011


I grew up with a rocky canyon for a backyard; aspen trees and higher terrain were in the neighborhood, too. But trips we took to the high, cool mountains of Colorado left a lasting impression on me.

My sister and me 27 years ago at a friend's cabin in Mt. Crested Butte. It's still there. And the view is unchanged.

These places still mean a lot to me. Being able to "imprint" the sights, sounds, and smells of the Colorado high country on our kids is great fun. Circle of life, eh?

This trip was all about bikes. Bikes, bikes, bikes. Dirt jumps, singletrack, riding lifts, biking around town.

Oh, and flowers. This trip was about flowers, too.

Happy Birthday, America!

My Dad rolls his fat tire cruiser under the backdrop of the Butte:
Here's to hoping some places never change.


Sparkle said...

Sweet old photo - Jo Corrie's cabin - remember the floating old dock in the pond we turned into rafts?! Good times ... :)

Serrano said...

Belas fotografias!

The 'Smarty Pants' Family said...

Cute blog! fun photos.