I’m back. My trusty ipad keyboard pooped out on me, and hunting and pecking for a thought is not my game. Thus, upon my return to “Colorful Colorado,” (cough, sputter) I was able to recharge and charge ahead.
Seeing the mountains upon touchdown is always inspiring and breathtaking. I feel like I can breathe in the openness of the plains and regain my bearings with that westerly line of majesty. However, I always think ”colorful” is not the term I’d use to describe our state for most of the year. Brown. Colorful can be obtained if you are lucky enough to get a reservation in the mountains for a campsite or a drive through the National Park during the months of July or August. Even the Aspen leaves are only one color, albeit beautiful in their massive amounts.
Thus, I’ve decided that ”colorful” only really applies to the people living here. You know who you are, too. Back to regaining combobulation. (This is not a word – yet.)