My husband and I went to the beautiful mountain town of Ouray, Colorado for a couple of days over my birthday. ("Well it's my birthday, too-oo!") I did a tiny bit of sketching, but no real painting. Ouray is nicknamed 'the Switzerland of America.' I always wonder if Switzerland returns the favor, calling itself 'the Ouray of Europe.' I somehow doubt it.
We saw a lot of beautiful mountains, including snow-capped peaks. We saw high mountain ranches worth a literal fortune. We saw nesting herons: 18 nests all in a row with about a third of them visibly occupied; and nearby, a nesting eagle with at least one eaglet. We saw long-horn cattle and yaks (yes, yaks.) We saw lots of elk, and that certain kind of people that can only be seen in high mountain Colorado towns, where stocking caps reign supreme year-round.
A lovely birthday trip. I feel as if I have been living out of a suitcase for some time now. I have emptied it of our Ouray things, done the laundry, and am repacking to go back to California for a week with my parents. Then I will be home for a week, to unpack and repack again for a trip with my oldest son to Paris. I will finally get to see the Unicorn Tapestries, and I can hardly wait!
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