You have to read yesterday’s blog to understand this. Totally unexpected but the property management called to say there is a bigger unit open with a porch and view of the mountains. Just when I was getting used to that parking lot. Movin’ on up and feelin’ grateful!

 It is just mid-August, and I can feel fall in the mountain air already. We have been in Colorado for nearly two weeks. These crisp mornings remind me of my childhood. Then, I eagerly anticipated the first hint of a season change and the chill of autumn. One day comes that divides summer from fall.

Loaf is the pan your mother baked bread in, and it is what your friend did on Saturday afternoon while you washed your dad’s car.

Over a decade ago, Wayne, Julia, and I sold, stored or packed our worldly belongings. We boarded a plane for a new adventure–a new life in Odessa, Ukraine. Communism had just fallen. Our vision was broad, our hopes high, and our experience nill. 

You have heard the commericial, “What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas.” The lure is to come for a vacation, have fun, and let your barriers down–no one needs to know. Your secrets are safe here.