rain

but rarely delivered anything like it

although Saturday I did finally make it laboriously up Fossil Hill.

Weekend’s end saw distant virgas, not here,

and a Monday trip to Pueblo where groceries, lunch* and dentistry left us diminished.

Nonetheless home

to a welcome visit from brother-in-law Dave [first time since Covid] and a late wet walk**

with dogs…Tuesday morning D. baked,

an Ascent of Fossil Hill interspersed which left me

again a bit depleted though come dinner things improved and after all that

he treated us to images of May’s familial Bordeaux bicycling trip before bed.

Wednesday saw Dave headed for Durango over Pass Creek which seemed to work just fine***

after which we and the dogs made it up the hill before a lunch of pizza remnants,

studio,

pasta on the porch and quietly into the night despite.

Yet another bright morning, straggling up Fossil Hill,

down

and after a suitable amount of time and another small perambulation

winding down on the evening porch…two weeks here now, better than ever.

Well, pretty good anyway…

* Jorge’s, for lunch forever closed since Covid, recommended a tempting place downtown unfortunately closed Mondays and Tuesdays but Habaneross‘ proved a decent enough alternative.

**Wet and muddy thanks to a welcome if unanticipated deluge just as we set off into the woods.

***For years after the Spring Creek Fire Pass Creek remained closed due to mud and rockslides…this was the first I’d heard it was open to through traffic.  Yay!