In need of a wee break, Terry and I decided to head up to Ouray and relax for a couple of hours in that marvelous hot spring pool.
We changed the water in the dazzling rays of early morning
Then headed up to where the snow still veiled the mountains, and wind ruffled freezing fingers into your hair.
Once in the water all the cares and worries died to a murmur, while others in the pool laughed softly among themselves.
The snow laid heavily on the amazing peaks…sometime reflecting into millions of diamonds. Once in awhile we could see rock climbers braving the face on the rugged cliffs, warmed by the afternoon sun.
Back home we came, just in time for sunset and the last change of water.
And ready to continue our daily lives on a western Colorado farm,