Welcome Home
The transition from spring to summer happened in Atlanta just as I was leaving. It was a humid, nasty 91 degrees the day my friend Dana dropped me off at the airport.
When I landed in Denver it was rainy and 67 degrees – it was actually a welcome respite from the sweat-fest I had just left.
My good friend, Regina (in the picture), picked me up at the airport – all 30 bags and a huge bike box of me. I don’t know how the two of us managed to get all those bags, plus my HUGE coffin of a bike box in her relatively tiny Saab, but we did it. Watching the two of us shove and pull bags from various leverage points of her car, both of us cussing and laughing simultaneously, was QUITE the sight. We got all kinds of stares curbside at baggage. I swear the two of us together are Thelma and Louise. 
Finally we got it all in her car – jam packed without any mirror vision available – and sped out of there like we stole something.
As we drove I called JZ’s husband, Mark, to get directions into Boulder to avoid all the toll roads. (Men always know the directions!)
He answered his phone to say, “Hello, Carole. Welcome home.”
I sighed and smiled when he said this and instantly felt that warm, fuzzy feeling when you hear something that brings you absolute comfort. I later thought to myself that those words were probably the most perfect to have ever said to me, and how reassuring they were to hear amid embarking on a new adventure full of unknowns.
I am lucky to be living with the funny, smart and scrappy, Diane Soucheray, who quite possibly is more outgoing than me. ? I think I am living at a resort and not a home. ? The pic is from the front of her house; you can see I am right at the base of the foothills, miles of running trails stretching as far as the eye can see. Her home is also 3 miles from the Rez, with backdrops from each angle that could be used for postcards. JZ and Mark live a little over a mile away; better still, my good buddy Michael Stone lives, literally, about 50 meters from the front door. His home is the next block over, so it has been FUN to wander on over to bug him when I need him to fix my bike, refill my wine glass, or just listen to my latest joke.
I’ll try to post more regularly, and include some of the awesome happenings and sights. My social agenda has literally exploded, so these blogs may finally contain some good stuff (and quality dirt!). I notice everything, and I’m not afraid to write about it.
Cheers from Mile High Country!
