What was so great about Colorado you may ask. Well, EVERYTHING is great about Colorado. I think it is the best place on this whole United States of America. Speaking of USA and Colorado - Colorado is where I realized that the United States is called the United States because they are different States United. Amazing right? I clearly remember the moment that hit me. I remember we were driving from Boulder back to Lyons, I must have been about 9. It was life altering. Kinda like the Pancakes realization.
OK, back to Colorado. After flying into Denver and staying with my Aunt and Uncle, we headed to Lyons, the small wonderful town I grew up in. From 6 months to 14 1/2. The feeling of driving up to town was indescribable. It was as if I had never left. I knew where everything was, what everything looked like (sure there were some changes here and there), what everything smelled like and most importantly what it felt like. It felt like home.
We saw old friends, walked familiar streets, dangled our feet in the St. Vrain River, and made a stop at my old elementary school where Sonny enjoyed playing and running around the playground. Although the playground equipment had changed, it was still really special for me to see my son doing the same things I used to do, in the same place.
|This is a favorite|
|This is my Colorado Smile. It's different from my NY smile.|
|this is a favorite too|
Every Summer Lyons celebrates Good 'Ole Days. A weekend of live music, a carnival and a bunch of other things like square dancing, car shows, races and other wonderful small town stuff. Who wouldn't want to live here? I am very thankful that my parents saw this town's charm and settled here our childhood.
|he HATES HATES HATES carnival rides.|
|One little monkey jumping on the bed.|
Me: Hi, I used to live here and...
Her: OH WAIT!! Are you one of the Scheiner girls??
Her: Oh, the younger or older one?
Me: The younger.
Then I walked in my kitchen and started crying like a baby. She was the same lady who bought the house from my parents, she was so nice! so very very nice. I told her I used to hate her, but now I liked her. We were there about an hour. She brought out toys and let Sonny play with them in the living room, which was special to me because again here was my son doing something I used to do, somewhere I used to do it, someplace special. It brings tears to my eyes even now.
She gave us a tour of the house and I was relieved to see so much was still the same. The window treatments, the layout, the carpet in the basement rooms. Every where I looked, I saw a younger version of myself running around, laughing and playing, or just sitting and thinking.
The new owner has decided to sell the house to be closer to her family. So if anyone reading this wants to be my best friend forever - you can buy it for me :)
|View from my old kitchen window|
|This was our ash box|
|Me in my old room|
|on the deck|
|This fireplace was designed by my parents|
After Grand Lake, we took Trail Ridge back to Estes then took the Peak to Peak to Hwy 119 through Boulder. It was just...I don't even have words. So beautiful.
Anyone wanna come with me next year?