Apparently it is that time of year again. I don’t really know when it happened or where the days went but as the sun begins to set on my drive home now, there is no ignoring the fact that Old Man Winter is knocking on our doors.
We had our first “real” snow on Thursday. I say “real” because it was more like an east coast snow…wet, heavy and bone-chilling. Certainly not the typical champagne powder snow we are familiar with or will be expecting here soon, but snow nonetheless. I had to take a trip to Ft. Collins for business for a few days and as I drove over Gore Pass I was acutely aware of our limited summer moments. I truly believed I was viewing the apocalypse through my windows as the golf ball sized hail slammed into my car and the snow flakes as large as my thumb pelted down on my roof. I was silently cussing myself for taking this route when I knew I should have just taken 131 to be safe.
All ended well of course but it was an awakening of sorts that got me back into the safe and secure driving mode which we all morph into at this time of year.
It was a gorgeous summer of which I treasured everyday. I look forward to a few more beautiful days on the golf course and a few more runs in my shorts and tank top knowing all too well that these moments are numbered.
To summer, I suppose we will bid you adu for another year and to winter I say “bring it on”…I will meet you on the mountain!!
