Anecdotal Home no. 1

The summer we left Boulder Mom, Lexz and I would go bouldering on Sunday mornings.  We would wake up early, stop by Whole Foods for snacks, drive up the mountain a bit, and then giggle our way up to the top of the rocks.  Once we made it we would say prayers, sing songs and enjoy the spectacular beauty of the place that was our home for three years. We would loudly slide all the way down, narrowly avoiding injury and wildlife, and then blast music on the drive home.  I miss those mornings acutely.  I miss the time spent with the coolest people I know and the experience of a shared ritual.  I miss the calm silence and the joyful laughter.  I miss the extreme natural landscape that creates such a unique town. Love Boulder.