These things are right on the verge of becoming a new flower.
Another chilly wet day in Denver fortunately it looks like were going to break out of this weather tomorrow and the weekend should be okay.
At least I hope it's going to be okay because I'm heading up to my property at 11 mile reservoir to spend the weekend so hopefully the weather will be good enough for me to get out and climb up a hill or two. There won't be much climbing because I'm really out of shape, partly because I'm old, and partly because this winter in Arizona was so chilly and wet it wasn't conducive to getting outside as much as I normally would.
The other thing folks new to Colorado have to contend with besides the weather is the altitude. Since I've been away for six or seven months it takes me a while to acclimatize to this altitude again. It's pretty easy to get used to Denver's 5500 feet but my property is a little over 9000 feet so it takes some getting used to and a two day weekend is not nearly enough time especially at my age, so I have to be careful when I first go there that I don't climb up anything that would cause me to get dizzy and pass out from lack of oxygen or a sudden attack of geezerlyness.
I'm hoping to spend some time on mini-vacations to the high country this summer so I need to spend more time at my property becoming acclimatized to the altitude so a trip to the high country will be more enjoyable and less of a challenge.
When I spent those few days in New Mexico camped next to the mostly dried up Rio Grande, or the Río Bravo del Norte, as the Spanish named it. I had the urge to revisit the headwaters of the Rio Grande when I got back to Colorado. It's down in southern Colorado up in the San Juan's near the old mining town of Creed. It's been a long time since I visited that area and when I was there I was in my old Hallmark pop up truck camper, so I think it would be appropriate to visit it again in the Palomino Bronco pop up truck camper. I'm pretty sure it would bring back some great memories of running around in the mountains in a rig that could get me in and out of any place I had the nerve to go.
The Tulips are getting old and starting to die, come to think of it this Tulip looks a lot like my face.