Boulder is continuing to encourage and welcome us. The weather couldn’t be more wonderful. It’s getting pretty cold at night, but warming up to the low/mid 60’s most days. We’ve had a few days of rain which translated to a pretty good dump of snow on the peaks. We nearly had a bird’s eye view of those peaks the other day. More on that in a minute.
We’ve hopped on the yoga wagon. We joined a yoga studio for 1 month with unlimited classes. We are on day 8 of our daily “going to class” goal. We’ve had different instructors each day. They all have very different routines and approaches. That’s been nice for us newbies. The vocabulary and basic poses are starting to stick now. We are both sleeping better, have more energy and Eric’s back is starting to feel like it did 10 years ago.
One of the goals of this adventure is to explore what we like and don’t like in houses and living situations. It’s been fun trying on someone else’s home to see how it fits. With only two data points so far, we haven’t had any big epiphanies. The first apartment, in Burley, was too small (500 sq ft) with not much redeeming about the living space. The cabinet latches were the most interesting feature of that place. They were push button latches. Very cute and vintage.
We are liking the feel of older homes. They seem more insulated and quiet. This place in Boulder has no carpeting. I’m liking that a lot. Seems to make cleaning a bit more obvious and maybe more often. <grin> Living in 1,000 sq. ft is an adjustment. A bit too small for a long term home. This place also have a Service Porch. This was added in the 1990’s. It’s used mostly for storage, but there are a lot of windows in it and could easily be a greenhouse room.
River has totally settled into his foster home. He’s being spoiled rotten by Kim and Pam. He gets to sleep on the beds. We’re very grateful for their care and love toward our cute fur ball. We’re missing him a lot though. This house has a resident rabbit. It greets me most mornings in the front yard. I think that River would have a field day chasing it around. It is a larger rabbit than the ones he snagged in Tigard. I’m not sure he would be able to bring this one down without a serious scuffle. I would put a wager on the this rabbit winning that match up.
We went on an adventure Sunday. We wanted to go to Estes Park which is about 35 miles north of Boulder. I have heard the drive is beautiful. I planned our course to maximize the scenery on the drive. Well… I probably should have done a little more research on the types of roads I was plotting in Google Maps. Off we went letting Chatty Cathy give us directions. She had us turn off the main highway. All good. She had us turn onto a very well maintained dirt road with many lovely cabins on either side. All going according to plan. Then we turned onto what I guess was a road. When something is called “Sugarloaf Trail Road” you should pay close attention to the “trail” part of the name. We ended up tiptoeing the Subaru around a very bumpy and rocky road (about 6 miles) trying to get over Sugarloaf Mountain (elev. 8,500’) to find the highway again. We had an offline map that helped guide the way. Unfortunately we finally came to a “don’t go on” point near Wall Street. There was a helpful sign on _that_ end that read, “Hazardous road. Proceed at your own risk.” It was an amazing drive that had both of us sweating and laughing at the same time.
We didn’t make Estes Park that day. We worked our way back to the Boulder area and did some bouldering and hiking on the Flat Irons. These are the “foothills” that overlook Boulder. Beautiful scenery and fun to scramble up all the granite outcroppings.
Estes Park is on the docket for next week. We’ve replotted the scenic drive and we’ll have paved roads the whole way. We did run into a local who has done the dirt road trip we stumbled on. She said there is a turn that most people miss. We could have made it on the dirt roads if we have that information.
Another fun October discovery we’ve made is what we are calling “The Squirrel Apocalypse.” Many homes have carved pumpkins in their yards. The local zombie squirrels have taken a liking to gnawing on the yummy pumpkins. Each pumpkin we’ve seen on our walks have new and even more grotesque facial features. Those pumpkins that aren’t carved don’t escape the slaughter. Those little furry creatures are quite creative in making their own carvings. I was in the grocery store the other day and overheard a parent child conversation. The parent was asking if they should carve a new pumpkin to replace the one the squirrel destroyed. The child didn’t sound overly eager to take on the redo.
Happy Halloween to each of you!