The East and The West

I just got back from an almost two week trip to visit friends, family, and especially my nearly 96 year old grandfather in Tennessee.  I found a flight directly into the city, and loved seeing all the greenery covering the hills.  Yes, and for the first time it truly hit me that the East does indeed have hills, not mountains.  Of course I knew this previously, but I felt the difference more this time after living in Colorado for the past few months.

I didn't do a lot of traveling or even spend an immense amount of time with friends due to the distractions of projects at my parents' house I've been wanting to finish for years.  I also had to study for boards.  The latter was only some what successful, but at least I tried.

During the time I did get to spend with family and friends, we climbed, ate at the Yellow Deli, saw some movies, went swimming, and did some creeking.  I really do miss having people close by.  That, I would say, is the biggest negative to where Darren and I are living now.  Besides lack of peeps we know, however, there are a lot of wonderful things in or near our current home:

1.  I can walk to town
2.  Capoeira
3.  Swing dancing
4.  Beautiful mountains
5.  Lots of wildlife (fox, bear, deer)
6.  Latte, our neighbor cat
7.  Our porch swing

Here's what Darren did while I was gone:

He climbed his first Colorado 14ers:  Mount Massive and the tallest 14er, Mount Elbert