ride on Grand Mesa | Life on a Colorado Farm

Very early we rose on Saturday morning, got all our chores done and headed to Grand Mesa

Where some good people, friends of ours (who live on Grand Mesa year-round), offered to take us on a four-wheeler trip to Green Mountain and back to their house again.

We rode in a bright chilly morning,

Stopping along the way to view the burst of joyful color on the land and the amazing blue of the sky

By mid-morning, the air was soft and warm, with a gentle breeze now and then causing the yellow leaves to drift down of us as we rode along.

Forty-two miles round trip we went…over and under and around so many gorgeous places

The exhilaration of the views, the physical demands of the ride, and the good company we enjoyed made for a day most special.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

“If Life gives you lemons, make some kind of fruity juice.”–Conan O’Brien

We finished the first set of water just as the morning sun broke forth torching the sky’s edge with brilliant color.

Terry’s foot is doing ever so much better. Although, by nighttime, he says it still pains him; sleeping can be rough.

Still, each day is an improvement.

So being a tad tired of work, he decided we needed to take a ride.

Loading up we headed to Grand Mesa…the largest flat top mountain in the world.…the old-timers used to say.

When I was a tween my family spent all summer up here. I used to think that the old gods lived here. The Gods of the Indians, for this, was the Utes hunting ground. I would tell myself the Gods of the Indians were here; having been driven back into these high valleys, green places, and lush forests onto of the world. I would walk along paths deep within the forest and sing to those old Gods.