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travels with Bodhi


Okay where to begin...I have so many photos I wish I could share...so many beautiful flowers and captured moments, but instead I will opt for an overview of Bodhi and I's magical trip to heaven via Crested Butte.  

Our trek took us from Denver via 285 to 50 to 135, finally landing in Crested Butte, Colorado several hours later.  We had to pull over along 285 to fully indulge our need to oogle over this spectacular cloud display.  The sky was simply dazzling with white puffy imagination.In Poncho Springs we ate at a bizarre little cantina, peopled primarily with a vast array of leather clad bikers, whom Bodhi immediately took a shine too, no doubt assuming that anyone driving something that loud and attired in that much black had to be worth talking to.Once we arrived in Gunnison we spotted a sweet museum complete with trains, old school houses, thousands of vintage clothing, telephones, farm tools, cars and antique oddities for every sensibility.
In no time (well it seemed like forever behind the wheel) we arrived at out cabin.  A little heaven in the woods, called the Pioneer Guest Cabins.  And after much oohing, ahhing and exuberance we settled into our cabin.  On the second day we were greeted by a chorus of hummingbirds, literally dozens of them were outside our window, chirring, humming and flitting about.  Bodhi and I ate every meal entranced with their fretful flight and in awe of their iridescent beauty.
We dressed early after a breakfast of fruit, nuts and yogurt and went exploring.  Bodhi is a windmill tilter and immediately began battling with a variety of poor, unprotected saplings.  I tried to redirect him to a few larger trees, but the young vulnerable varieties seemed to pose more of an interest.  BOYS!
We found and ate a number of ripe red raspberries (sorry foraging wildlife)
and spent many hours in awe of the splendor surrounding us.
We briefly explored the town of Crested Butte, which Bodhi described best, calling it "Aspen California"- no doubt a mistake but a perfect description none the less.  There was a street art fair going on and we quickly strolled(strollered) through the vendors and grabbed our only other meal out at Sunflower restaurant where they actually served a great veggie sandwich on Udi's Gluten free bread.  YUM!
After another peaceful cabin evening in front of a crackling fire, we packed up and headed for the hills.  I can't describe the utter beauty and these photos do nothing to relay the majesty.  I have never seen so many wildflowers in my life or been so overwhelmed by natures splendor.  At the risk of sounding blindly sappy, I nearly cried several times, as the result of an inability to process so much beauty, awe and gratitude in one breath.
My only regret is that we didn't stay weeks, it was a perfect getaway before big brothers return tomorrow and 
a  perfect culmination to a summer of falling head-over-heels-mad-in-love with my fabulous-big-energy-beautiful boy.And there you have it... a vista instead of a pinpoint...unusual for me I know but every once in a while the magnificence is just too much to capture in a detail and can only be alluded to with broad, sweeping strokes and scope.

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