Remember when you were in school, maybe 5th grade, your teacher would have you break in your brand new spiral/notebook by writing an "essay" entitled "What I Did On My Summer Vacation"?
It usually went something like "I went to summer camp at Lake-Lame-Indian-Name. There were lots of bugs. My team won tug of war. I got sunburned the second day and had to stay in my bunk. I had a lot of fun."
Well, my summer vacation started on May 29. It was the day my first grandchild was born. So, I drove to League City so I could meet her. She is so stinking cute! It was love at first sight. I will grandparent gush in a later blog. She's really wonderful and my son and daughter-in-law are going to be great parents.
After staying a few days, we returned to Falfurrias to pack to go to Colorado. A group of us had won a trip to Telluride and an added bonus trip was available to go to a private fishing camp. Colorado is a beautiful place. I got to do two things on my bucket list. Fly fishing and riding horses in the mountains. While I didn't actually ride horses up in the mountains, I did ride through a gorgeous meadow where we saw a herd of moose. And, I rode through a trail at the foot of the mountains, and over a clear stream. Fly fishing was an entertaining challenge, and while I didn't catch anything, I did get a bite. As much fun as Colorado was, I was quite happy to return to the wide open spaces of South Texas.
One thing the Colorado trip taught me is that I am destined to remain on flat land. The views of mountains is breathtakingly beautiful. The air is clear. And I was altitude sick for days. I curiously started feeling claustrophobic after the initial awe of seeing the majesty of the mountains wore off. I think it was the driving in the mountains that was the deal breaker for me. Short distances take twice the time than it does in flat country. I realized I will only be a visitor to Colorado, never a resident.
Another thing the trip taught me is to rethink getting a horse. While I haven't ruled out all together getting a horse or two, it did open my eyes to how labor intensive horses are. It may be too much to take on. But maybe not. I don't know many girls who's childhood dreams didn't include having a horse. And even though I am old, the little girl in me still longs for my very own horse. We shall see. Maybe one day...
ELK. I stand corrected. It was elk, NOT moose, I saw while riding horses in Colorado. My bad!
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