Kathy got in from Korea at seven last night. We drove up the hill this morning to escape the heat and celebrate 39 years together.
At 11:30, we checked into our hotel with a suite overlooking the San Francisco peaks.
Check out those massive tetons, the Chi-Chi’s the Tatas, the big ol’ rack on those peaks in the background.
We had a celebratory brunch at one of our favorite little restaurants, The Cottage, which is in an old house, and then we walked in the rain back to the hotel. For scorched flatlanders from the Valley of the Sun, this is as close to heaven as we can get.
As Charlie Daniels sings in one of my favorite tunes, "I know where heaven is, it's just above the trees."
Heading out tonight to hear some music, The Grass Fed Giants, and the Americana folk group The Kruger Brothers at the Opheum Theater.
I've made some mistakes in my life, but this isn't one of them.
"Some mistakes are just too much fun to only make once."