Time in the Mountains: Maybe It's time to Move

Over this last year with so many visits throughout the seasons to Boulder Colorado to see the growing family, it has become aching clear that I miss the forests and the seasons and my children and grandchildren. I have so much space here in Tucson, but if feels lonely without them. My daughter and her children have become mighty mountain hikers -- going several times a weeks high up into the Flat Irons. Boulder is mildly insane, crowded, but everyone seems to spend their lives outside, regardless of the weather. The Boulder Hiker Chicks is an incredible group of women of all ages who hike throughout the Flat Irons in groups. I want to join them -- though I may not follow one of their traditions which is upon summitting to strip of their tops and bear their breasts to the view below. (Well....who knows, the euphoria of reaching a 14k hike might be enough to push me into it!). 

Plus, let's face it -- it's hotter than hell knitting lovely wool winter garments in the desert. I have to sit under a fan....in November.