This is also the day that I marked my 33rd year living in Colorado - I had just driven across the country, through the middle of a cold January night, with my brother Steve when I woke up to my first Rocky Mountain Morning. I’d never been west of the Mississippi yet made the rash decision to take some time off from college and see what else there was to do. I thought I’d spend a few months, then continue on further west, both Portland and Seattle had strong appeal to me at the time. But over the course of the first few months something changed - to this day I really don’t know what, but something did.
Now, I’ve spent my entire adulthood, raised a family, had a career, and wondering what will unfold in this next half of life?
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