Homeward Bound

So I haven't kept up very well but I couldn't help taking a moment as the passing landscape invites me to gently transition back to reality...

Jimmy Buffet on the iPod and "A Pirate Looks at Forty" takes me thirty years back to Scott's Dad's red Toronado, a bottle of Riunite and blissful young love. Ahh, the power of music :)

As we drive Eastward, kissing the sandstone mesa's goodbye... we realize, "Wow, white puffs in the sky... haven't seen those in a while..."

We take breather in Glenwood to relish the last of our country connectedness... a farmers market. We sample some "to-die-for" Colorado cherries and pick up a variety of salsa's and pickled veggies from the Clark Family Orchards. We allow the blue-grass to linger in our ears... and wish, we too, lived the perfectly "cared for" life of our canine friend...