Just Like I Remember

Hello Beloved,

I love days like today.

Temps in the 70's.

Felt like I was on a Colorado vacation as I was out and about 

running errands under a grey, cool sky.

My Folks usually took us kids on vacation in Colorado 

for two weeks each Summer.

I remember hearing my Mom tell my Dad 

that she'd love to live in Colorado.

Dad asked her what they would do for a living?

Mom said so matter of fact like, 

"We'd work and live here.  I'd get a job and you'd get a job."

This never happened as we stayed in Kansas continuing to vacation two weeks out of the Summer until I was grown and married.

I believe that I should have insisted that my new Husband and I take two weeks out of the Summer to vacation as we grew into a married couple with young children that had different ideas 

about what a vacation was and is.

Dad loved to fish and camp under the starlit sky.

Mom made the best hot chocolate and white mac 'n cheese 

over a open fire.

Burnt marshmallows always.

Ooey gooey stick to your fingers.

The first time I ate white cheese mac 'n cheese was by a camp fire under the stars was in Colorado while camping.  I was use to yellow mac 'n cheese, never white.  It tasted just as great as most KIDS love this stuff.

Dad taught us the importance of properly putting a campfire out before journeying on to other places.  Smokey the Bear was our HERO and so was Dad....and Mom.  Mom my hero. 

Back to feeling like I was in Colorado today...I sat in my car parked under a shade tree, waiting for Lil Miss to finish up her activity this morning.  Just the right spot to pluck chin hairs.  Across the street from a local Bank.  I'm sure the Bank Clerk was thrilled to see an old woman parked in her car plucking facial hair.  What a view to see from her work window.  Lovely I'm sure.

This extra facial hair is the pits.  Suppose I have to complain about something.  Life seemed so much simpler as a kid that went camping for two weeks in Colorado.  We lived out of a tent and the back of our car learning how to rough it.  Seemed like all fun and games back then.

Fresh air and mountains.  The roads weren't always the best getting to these camp sites.  Many stories about the rocky roads and looking down the side of a mountain.  Bears and pine cone cities made by yours truly.

Smiles,

d