Falling in Love with Colorado as a little girl:
School is out and we are taking off to Denver on my biggest travel writing gig yet. Just me, my cameras, and four boys under the age of twelve. Should be interesting…
I first fell in love with Colorado, and cowboys, when my parents took me and my two sisters to The C Lazy U Guest Ranch & Resort in Granby, Colorado.
Every morning my sisters and I woke up to a delicious cowboy breakfast, retrieved our horses out of the barn and saddled up for long, adventurous days of galloping through fields and exploring trails. In the afternoons we were trained in Western Horsemanship and entered “Shodeos”.
At the end of the day we groomed and bonded with our horses and then groomed ourselves for line dancing with the cute boys my age who stole away my shyness as we square danced closely together.
This Massachusetts girl was hooked and determined to one day move to Colorado. I still have my chapstick with a scent captured of a time and place in my life where I was introduced to cowboys and the notion that I might one day find one of my own.
For thirty years that trip impacted my life, and then I moved to Colorado, married a boy from Denver and never a day went by where the smell of the West didn’t remind me of that week when I first discovered Colorado.
When my blog transitioned to travel writing I took the opportunity to return to the ranch, twenty something years later (not to date myself) with my three boys and there friend, without my Colorado man who is deathly allergic to horses.
Somebody once told me that memories are often best left alone and not revisited. Like revisiting an old lover, what once lifted my senses with abandoned fulfillment, might disappoint leaving me bereft. As intrigued as I was at the idea of going back in time, I worried. Was it better to covet my memories and not taint them by my adult perception, sans the youthful imagination.
The night before our departure, Baddy snuggled up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. His blogging/traveling wife was leaving him once again, but this time it was different. Would going back in time change the course of our future?
Read the C Lazy U review here.