Colorado Dreaming

Literally, at the moment, as Ben and Melissa and I lie around our small condo in Winter Park in a cheerful haze of sun-drunk, muscle-sore tiredness. Yesterday we hiked a mountain (which briefly included my singing "The Sound of Music" in a meadow a la Julie Andrews, until a passing biker stopped and asked if someone was in pain), went down an Alpine Slide, played Scrabble, and attended a rodeo (yes, a rodeo); today we white-water rafted down Clear Creek near Golden -- which we all found surprisingly congenial -- and shortly I think we are going to go swimming. So it has been a lovely couple of days of activity alternating with relaxation; nothing deeper or more serious to report of it than happiness, but nothing lighter or less important than that either.