This is a new trail right near where I bought my first house, where my ex-Pat still lives. It’s lovely and I’m sorry it wasn’t there when I was living there. It edges the town of Superior, which in the turn of the last century, was an old mining town. You can still find ruins of the mines in the open space on the hill. The original part of Superior where my house is, is full of quirky, independent people who don’t like being told what to do, even as development and (supposed) progress seems to swallow up the space around them. I understand the need for growth and revenue, but I mourn the days when there was so much wildness, and so much green. When I moved to Colorado, it was a rare thing to meet someone who was born here. That’s not so now. Yes, I know, I’m one of those people who wanted the door closed behind me when I got here, and I know that’s not right. But it’s not the easygoing, free, romantic West that I dreamed of when I was a little girl. I think I just caught a glimpse of the tail of those times whisking out that door when I arrived.  I’m glad I can still find some beautiful places that remind me of the wildness.


Superior, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.” —  Charles Lindbergh

Daily gratitudes:
French Onion Soup at the Broker Inn
Cringeworthy letters written by professional people who lack grammatical skills
Fritzel’s New Orleans Jazz Band
On Demand television