My friends never stop looking for perfect Colorado mountain adventures. Camping, hiking, off-roading, you name it. They’ll find the rarities. I actually feel a little inadequate because I haven’t shown them much of anything that Colorado has to show – and I’m the only native Coloradan in the bunch! [But I try to make up for it with designated-driver rides and hosting Sunday night dinners]
This past weekend, we hiked Horseshoe trail. This trail brought back nostalgic memories for me. I grew up on hiking trails. My sister is named after a trail [Or was she named after a pair of cowboy boots? Trail, boots, it’s country] We even had a secret trail that would lead to a tree house that no one knew about. Now I have a new trail to add to the list. Horseshoe trail, where there are no horses allowed.
The end of our hike landed in an open meadow with a lonely house from the 1880’s. And whoa, that meadow was green. Green on green on green. I wonder though, can anyone actually live like this [besides the lonely house owner]?? Does anyone live like this? My alter ego tosses up with the idea, but how would I keep up with the rest of the world? Would I paint my car green too? How would I plug in my waffle maker? I guess it could be fun. It might be nice, life without a waffle maker. [I threw that in for fun, because it’s just as irrelevant as me being able to pull off living alone on a mountain in the middle of a meadow]
Such a lovely hike up to Horseshoe.