Last year was mainly on the East Coast and nature and terrain were all so different from the western open space and wildness. We fell in love with all of it and in a way I was not looking forward to heading west. I did not think I was ready. Hello! We got to Denver and Cherry Hill State Park Campground, right in the middle of the extended city. I started to remember-scent, views, low humidity. Then we drove to Ft. Collins, only 70 miles south of Cheyenne. I remembered two summers ago when we met with my friends from the 1970’s where Judy and I taught the deaf in Yuba City and Marysville, CA. I had not forgotten how great the college town of Ft. Collins was, not to mention the vegetarian, vegan food that was delicious and oh so creatively put together. The evening clouds and a little rain and the biking trails, the Colorado outdoor culture and the Rocky Mountains just touched me. We will probably come back often.
Judy and Stan run marathons, paint houses for their “retirement” business and make a home to their llamas. Judy was my first vegetarian. She reminded me that eating healthy-which I already have learned-is not about fighting it or being upset with myself, it is living in the present and being mindful. Click! Light bulb turned back on.
One of my fondest memories of Judy was her sports cars and the wild but extremely competent driver she was. Well, having a baby sort of put her into another world, but recently she allowed that the “wild woman” must come back and they bought a Miata. OMG! Authentic vibrant Jude, you make me laugh with joy.