A view

Driving back from Cheyenne with the kids yesterday and we came over that ridge on Hwy 85 where the state border is and you drop down (if you're driving south, as we were) into the rough-and-tumble portions of northern Colorado high prairie and I could see Pike's Peak on the southern horizon, which from where we were rolling at the moment is easily 160 miles away as the crow flies. I love those long distance views of the American west. Gorgeous. Purple mountain majesty indeed.

The dead of winter?

So, not much adventuring has been going on in Anderland these past few weeks as school is back in session and that's a pretty dominating routine setter. We did as a family do the 5K Oatmeal Walk down in Lafayette a few weeks back, and Connor's been busy with his band with two shows last weekend. Reade is rehearsing with her chamber orchestra for an upcoming competitive festival (?!?) and Connor's had his first rehearsal with the All City Honor Band. I had to fly to Arizona earlier this week for two days of meetings. This weekend: resumpion of work in the back yard, if the weather holds, as we insulate and vapor barrier the Mudpuppy's Studio and, if time/ ambition/skill/etc. allows, start sheet rocking the walls.