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Thursday, April 20, 2017


The first order of business today is to give a big shout out to my cousin Philip in BelAir, MD. HI PHIL!!!  Wanted you to know that our cousin Louise is fine.  She had a bout of pancreatitis but has recovered (that may be what was difficult to figure out in her note).  And, by now our cousin Norman should have reached you by phone, so I hope that clears things up!  I'll give you a call after we move up to the lake.  

Now for Blogging things:

We have just returned from a fabulous five-day visit to Boulder, Colorado.  Our outdoors son, Paul, has recently relocated to Boulder and although it's a bit far from us, we cannot imagine an area better suited to his lifestyle.  It was really satisfying to see him in an environment that fits him like a glove (aside from the cost of housing).  

Boulder is a beautiful town.  Pristine, with well designed parks and public walkways.  If you love the outdoors, you'd love Boulder.  Bike paths everywhere, open year 'round.  Beautiful gardens and shops, with smiles around.  And I can tell you there is not one bad restaurant in the entire town, I think we tried a good many of them.  

And not far away are the mountains of Rocky Mountain National Park and the many plains on either side of the mountains.  The climate in Boulder is wonderful.  Yes, they get snow, but a 2' snowstorm is often followed by a 60 degree day, so the snow does not linger.  It is a climate where an outdoorsman can be outside every day of the year.  When in any of these western states, and especially when at a high altitude, you must drink gallons of water every day.  But that is no hardship when the tap water tastes as if it came straight from a spring.  

Paul is working as a mechanic in a bike shop, and when not in the bike shop, he is on his mountain bike.  He is getting paid to take things apart, put things together, and expertly fix things, activities he engaged in for his entire life.  His profession as a bike mechanic started at the Hadley Bike Exchange in Hadley, MA, and took off from there.   Boulder is a biking mecca.  Hundreds of miles of bike paths wind around the town and into the mountains, even all of the way to Denver.  He has made new friends and has friends from his days in the U Mass Outing Club close by. 

We ate out every evening, and afterwards strolled around downtown.  Paul told us he now knows more about downtown than he did prior to our visit. There are many historic buildings, a lot of churches with bells, all beautiful.  We stayed in a Historical Hotel of the USA, the Hotel Boulderado.  It's location gave us walking access to downtown, and that was a great luxury.  Paul bought me a walker off Craigslist to keep at his home in Boulder, so I am all set for many more strolls around town.  
The stained glass ceiling in the lobby of the Hotel Boulderado

The hotel elevator was a serious step back in time.  

One night's dinner was at a Biergarten

Another night was sushi.  Every night, it was a different cuisine.
Luckily, on Easter Sunday we got to a Mexican restaurant where we
continued a weird tradition we started at 44 North Maple Street in Hadley, MA:
Mexican Easter.  
 And of course there was the great outdoors, so much beauty all around. 

We left New England during a pretty dreary damp time of year
and landed in Boulder to warm beautiful days and tulips for miles.
The boys went off on bikes one day, while I contentedly sat in the park knitting.
Paul and me with the Flatirons.  This rock formation keeps
all of the climbing bums quite happy.  More importantly,
they stand as a sentinel, guarding the City of Boulder.
No visit to Boulder would be complete without a visit to the original Celestial Seasonings
"factory," still operating as it has since 1970.  We jammed ourselves in their cute little
tea room for a good photo op.  
While in Boulder, we celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary.  And, what better way to do so than to gather with some twenty somethings and another set of visiting parents at a food truck park.  It was fabulous!!!  A clean warehouse building with a bar and lots of tables and chairs and couches, with an adjoining outdoor space with picnic tables, a fire pit, and a play ground, with that evening's food trucks parked in a tidy row.  Everything in Boulder seems to be done just right.  It was a great evening.  

We love Boulder, period.  We will certainly journey there twice a year, and the boys can go off adventuring while I knit, read, and stroll my way through the day.  I'm really very happy doing those things, and so I do not mind being left behind.  I had my days on the paths of Rocky Mountain National Park, both on foot and on horseback.  I've lived an outdoor life, and still do, it's just been downsized a bit.  Oh, the Places I've Been!

Soon we will be moving to the lake for the summer and fall months.  There we will resume our time with our lake friends and again will be working for the Loon Preservation Committee.  The Season of the Loon is nearly upon us, that time when the loons beat the snot out of each other if there is an open territory (like we had last year), and then they nest.  They continue to beat the snot out of any loon who wanders onto their territory.  Last year we ended up with only one chick from our two territorial pairs.  It was a really rough year.  I am anxious to see who returns this year (our Northwood Lake Loons are banded) and how they behave.  

During the Season of the Loon I send out a weekly Loon Report.  If you have really nothing better to do and would like to receive this report, just pop me an e-mail at angela.mourer@gmail.com and I'll add you to the secure mailing list.  When the report goes out, the only e-mail address that you will see is yours and I never give my list out to any one for any thing ever.  

I'll be back soon to share with you the quilt I am building and the blanket I am knitting. 


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    1. Thanks, Barbara! Glad to see you can type a bit while your hand recovers. Hope all is well.


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