Had a beautiful day off with Courtney at Garden of the Gods.
Pike's Peak has a powdered sugar topping on him now.
The moon kept watch all day.
And there was one golden aspen, showing off in the middle of his still-green brothers.
The Gyrfalcon, whom I've named Yeats, was killed after flying into the glass at the visitors Center. For his trouble, he got a permanent place inside.
| A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. |
Mom and Dad met us for lunch, so we actually got some pictures together.
This would be my maniacal pie face, although it's really a triple chocolate mousse cake.
I only get to be taller than Courtney if I can seat her below me.
Courtney at the fudge counter in the Trading Post. Best. Fudge. Ever.
From Cjo's first visit in 2008 to 2011
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