A Change of Coast
I now remember why we will never live East Coast again (never say never, I know). Let’s see…could it be the people, the traffic, the gloomy winters, the humid summers, the beeping, the disrespect for pedestrians, the pace, the funny accents (just kidding!), the crowded cities, lack of *real* mountains, or the people (oops, I already said that). Seriously though, even the Front Range of Colorado is starting to look to East Coastish for us. The one thing I do miss about the East Coast, NE in particular, is the level of education and the “blueness” of the states. The backwards folks have to keep quiet there b/c they’re definitely outnumbered. I know that was offensive, and I’m sorry, but every now and then I get to say what I want since this is my blog.
We really have fallen totally in love with small town life in the West, and I can’t wait until we can actually live in one of the quaint towns where people actually wave as they drive by a mom running with a baby in stroller. Or where you run into at least 3 people you know (not including the cashier) every time you go to the grocery store. Or where people don’t scowl when your kid cries in a restaurant. Or where a car wouldn’t dream of blocking a crosswalk. That’s the kinda town we’re living in this summer in Western/Central Colorado, and I’m loving it. BTW, here’s a pic of the doctor’s sweet guest house we get to stay in while Travis is working with him:
And here’s a picture of my dream house, also in that town. Maybe someday, once the $400K in debt goes away…
Anyway, here are some more pics of our awesome jeep tour, off-roading through the Alpine Loop in Colorado. There was definitely more than 1 moment of nearly pissing my pants as we defied gravity and I was sure we’d flip right over the edge of a cliff. I’m now even more convinced Jackson’s first word (other than mom and dad) will be the F* bomb. Oh well, when used appropriately, it really is a great word for emphasis. The poor kid will probably be talking like a truck driver by the time he’s 2. I’ve really gotta curb my language!
All that open space just makes me feel so…free.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure I found where the Teletubbies live!
We went on a really nice hike, followed by a frigid swim in a 56 degree mountain river. The hike was a little nerve wracking in spots because there were about 5 log bridge river crossings. Thankfully, Trav was the one with the baby on his back.
Caught in a moment after their swim:
You think Travis driving is scary? Well it is. But check this out:
And can someone else please confirm: my husband’s hair is getting dangerously close to being considered a mullet?! His little sister calls the part that grows like weeds along Trav’s neck his “backburners,” but I call it his scarf. Either way, I gotta cut that thing.
Speaking of the progressive, relatively mullet-free, but gloomy, humid, trafficy and often unfriendly East Coast, we flew into Boston last night and are now on Cape Cod for the weekend. The Cape is actually really cool, and Jackson and I swam in the ocean today. I was such a warm water snob, having grown up in S. Florida, I never would’ve imagined that I’d think water above the Georgia Coastline was warm. But after the numbing experiences of Colorado lakes and rivers, the ocean was actually a very pleasant temperature today. Trav and I are in our friends’ wedding on the Cape this weekend, which will take place on the lawn of their family’s beautiful home by the water. It’s going to be a gorgeous wedding and this weekend we will FINALLY get to meet our new goddaughter, Ashlyn, Brad and Melanie’s new pumpkin. She’s 2 months old now, and we’re baptizing her in the Greek Orthodox Church in the fall (Mel’s family and mine are both Greek Orthodox).
That’s our story, and we’re stickin to it. Have a great weekend everybody!