Colorado has a special spot in my heart. It is that spot I have reserved for places that, when I visit them, make me think, “Why don’t I live here?” Colorado has better weather, a more diverse landscape, and an even more bountiful array of outdoor activities. Anyway, I have found that the second best thing to living in a place you love is knowing people in that place and being able to visit them. I’m fortunate to have family and friends in Westcliffe, a charming small town nestled in the Wet Mountain Valley at the base of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, and Crawford, an even smaller town in western Colorado embraced by mesas, canyons, and mountains.
sunset over the Sangre de Cristos — Westcliffe, CO
It’s the rancher’s life for me — Crawford, CO
We all felt the wind in our hair/fur.
view from Bishop Castle, a one man work of art. The castle has been in a constant state of construction since 1969.
hamming it up for the camera
Just out of frame there is a beautiful log cabin overlooking, well, this. This mess of aspens and canyons and mountain vistas. I can’t imagine waking up to this each day.
tired as a, well, dog
One of my favorite things about this trip was the multitude of BONES I found and brought back with me. Nothing like a coyote jawbone to really spruce up your home decor.
Ride, Cowboy, ride.