On the day when the King captured this Colorado sunrise, we sipped coffee and debated whether to head over to Raven at Three Peaks, a golf course that an electrician told us was great for sledding and nordic skiing.
The possibility of skiing on a golf course did not sound alluring- but the King insisted that we should rather play it safe than play it sorry.
The Phish song, "Northern Lights", came to mind.
"I think we should look for some easy hiking trails and try to ski those...." I said.
"How about Breckenridge?"
"Breck is so geared up and hip- I'd rather go somewhere with a negligible cool factor, somewhere I can fit in."
The King almost rolled his eyes. But, instead, he asked me to suggest another location. So I went back to my original longing- to explore some old mine trails some where closer to the treeline. Say, Baldy Mine Loop Tour, for example.
Or Herman's Gulch?
Or the Peaks Trail? That one smacked of adventure.
"Aren't those the trails designated as possible disasters?" my husband asked.
"Adventures, disasters, glass half empty, glass half full....."
The trails around Dillon looked- at first- like something we might be able to agree upon. That is, until other, more winsome possibilities came to mind.
Sometimes everything we might do stacks high against those few things we can do. But we can agree on the beauty of an alpine sunrise. And we can take it from there, this once, again.
