Over 2,600 miles. Our car is tired, as are we, but what a trip! 15 years ago, when we viewed Estes Park for the first time, I said we had the perfect trip. Well, this one wasn't perfect, but it was close. Salida, Colorado is a charming, back-in-time little place, and we could go live there easily; but that's not an option. We worshipped with about 20 little souls on Sunday night, and we were made to feel very welcome. Our hotel host was from Poland, which I find odd, yet appropriate. Both places we stayed afforded us the sound of babbling waters as we awoke in the mornings, and crisp mountain air to invigorate us. We spend quiet evenings in the cabin, mainly because I shared a nasty little bug with Dana and Gregg - let's just say it hampered our outings a little. But we shopped and ate, and stopped to stare at elk and moose, and came home with wonderful memories. Between the three digital cameras, I imagine we took hundreds of pictures to capture the days, and we'll be enjoying those for years to come.
Now, we're home, and life returns to it's routines. There's always NEXT summer!