August
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June comes and I’m always sad to see the snow go. But, not this year. I couldn’t ski, so I might as well ride my bike. The snow couldn’t melt fast enough! Eventually, white turned to green, streams that had been clogged with ice suddenly swelled with fast-flowing water, and flowers sprinkled the landscape. Bike season was here. But only a month after the last bits of snow faded away on the bike trails and high roads our summer is over.
August always seems to come as a surprise. I woke up this morning wondering, “Where did all the green go?” The green is slowly fading away into the organic brown just as the summer is slowly fading into fall. Streams that once swelled are now mere trickles and flowers that once brightly dotted the landscape are suddenly seem to have vanished.
On my way to Denver to pick up my mother from the airport, I saw snow dusted on the high peaks. When I saw it, I got that little flittering feeling in my stomach. The small touch of anticipation. For the first time since February I was actually happy to see snow. Ski season can’t come fast enough 🙂
- Mount Buckskin (17 May 2020) - May 28, 2020
- Horseshoe Ski (14 May 2020) – The mountain whose journey nearly killed me - May 27, 2020
- Sayres X-Rated Ski (10 May 2020) - May 19, 2020
