Spring in Breckenridge.
They used to call it Mud Season. That's being generous.
Mud is around when it's nice enough to melt. April and May storms -- after the ski resort closes -- seem so redundant.
Everyone -- no matter where they live -- knows the feeling: we appreciate the moisture when it rains, or in our case snows, but really long for, can't wait to feel some, might plan a vacation soon to find some warm sunshine.
Just a little reminder to appreaciate the days hiking in the mountains, riding bikes and getting on the water. It seems so far away when the view from my deck is non existent and the icicles are hanging low and dirty with debris the wind picked up from dust storms in Arizona.
Time to pick up a good book.
They used to call it Mud Season. That's being generous. Mud is around when it's nice enough to melt. April and May storms -- after the ski resort closes -- seem so redundant.
Everyone -- no matter where they live -- knows the feeling: we appreciate the moisture when it rains, or in our case snows, but really long for, can't wait to feel some, might plan a vacation soon to find some warm sunshine.
Just a little reminder to appreaciate the days hiking in the mountains, riding bikes and getting on the water. It seems so far away when the view from my deck is non existent and the icicles are hanging low and dirty with debris the wind picked up from dust storms in Arizona.
Time to pick up a good book.
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