I know that posting has been light, but this is the first real vacation we’ve had in a while. We’re in a vacation rental up above Estes Park, within walking distance of the park boundary of Rocky Mountain National Park. We’ve been pretty much house bound since the storm, but it’s OK, because it’s a very nice house, and we do have an all-wheel machine to go down the mountain into town if we want to.
Here is the view from one of the balconies.
That’s the continental divide, inside the park. I think that the pointy mountain to the right is Long’s Peak, the furthest-north fourteener.
But I want to give thanks for my health, which considering all the wear and tear of decades, is still pretty good. My back is slowly recovering, and I’ll probably be back to normal by next week. I’m also grateful to live in what I think is still the greatest country on the planet, warts and all, and despite the desires of some to “fundamentally transform it.”
I’m also grateful for my readers, and all of my friends in the space industry, and the ability to start to accelerate our progress in opening the solar system to humanity in the coming years.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Thankful for you, too! I always read daily, just never comment much.
Enjoy that view and the much-deserved peace and quiet!
Have fun and relax, Rand. My wife and I visited Estes Park in 1983 to see the folks of a guy I went to university with.
This reminds me I need a vacation too.
The Stanley Hotel (of the Stanley Steamer guy) in Estes inspired Steven King to write “The Shining”.
Just sayin’.
So, you are saying to check out the hedge maze. Good recommendation.
Happy Thanksgiving Rand, et al.
I stopped over in Kansas during snowstorm Dorothy. Didn’t get a T-shirt.
Are you not in Kansas anymore?
We are surrounded by miracles. So many miracles we become complacent. That is a view that gently reminds you to look for it every day. Nice post.
Gratitude at Altitude. Enjoy your vacation…
I lived in Grand Junction as a boy, and we spent time doing all the touristy explorational things, though my memories of the houses we lived in are sharper. We spent every summer in the mountains above Moab, UT, where my Dad and his colleagues were opening mines for uranium, thorium, and vanadium. I understand the place where I lived is a Superfund site nowadays…