Wetmore, Colorado.

The elevation began to increase and the roads started to wind as we neared Jack's aunt and uncle's home in the hills (mountains?) of Wetmore, Colorado. When our little australian, gps-woman-who-we-have-yet-to-name told us we were only a few feet from our destination, we saw a small woman with long blonde hair running towards us. "Ah," Jack said, "I had forgotten how energetic she is."

Mary, smiling and smelling of patchouli, excitedly showed us around the a-frame cabin where we would be staying. Jack and I agreed that this was the nicest place we had stayed thus far.

After our quick tour we made the short walk to Mary and Chas' house and had a glass of wine with the two of them. I immediately grew very fond of both of them. Both are extremely intelligent, giving, funny people who seem to love each other and nature more than anyone else has ever loved anything.

The next morning I woke up and I could see no other houses, no cars, no people- just trees and grass and animals and mountains. The sky was far bluer, the grass far greener, and the flowers far more vibrant.

The window I was seeing all of this out of was located in the most wonderful room. Right at the top of the a-frame, scarcely decorated, the most beautiful view, and the bare wood for walls- a room that was meant for a writer or an artist (or someone who fantasizes about being both, me.) I felt very lucky to be staying in this room, if only for a few nights.

We spent the day hiking 10,000 feet in the Sangre de Christo (sp?) mountains.

 

Here we all are!

That night we went out for a delicious Italian dinner at the nearest restaurant (45 minutes away).

That night was like Christmas Eve. The next day I was able to spend the whole day on my own. There were no plans, there was no driving, and there was no one else. I had a hard time sleeping in my beautiful room as my mind reeled with ways to spend my Kaitlin day.

Kaitlin day was spent hiking, rock hopping, laying in the creek, walking through wild flowers and removing myself from my head. It was everything I could have asked for in a Kaitlin day.

That night we packed up to leave. Jack and I were sad to be leaving such a place, but we had more people and places to see. We said our goodbyes to Chas and Mary, hopped in our magical van and descended down the winding roads toward Fort Collins, Colorado.