We spent Thanksgiving in Denver visiting Jeannine’s brother and his family. We ate. We hiked. We ate some more. We experienced flight delays on Frontier, which seems the norm.
I am still having nightmares about going into hiding. But here’s these pictures. Who knows how long I have this ability.
Bear Lake is in Rocky Mountain National Park. I joked it will be the sight of the next Trump hotel. For a mere 2000 dollars you can play golf there. It will be great.
We climbed some rocks there, and it was great.
This is on the trail up to the top of Falcon Mountain. I don’t know it it looks like a falcon or was home to many falcons. Or none of the above.
John Brisben Walker built a 10 bedroom stone chalet there. It burned in a fire, and he said fuck it I am out.
It was super cool to wander the ruins. Apparently the fire places needed to be brick and not stone. Also, the brick aged better.
That fence is hampering my freedom to casually destroy the ruins. Don’t tread on me fence!
Kate's Queen City Notes 