On Sunday, we headed up into the Rockies. My cousin drove the four of us to Breckenridge, where we had a light lunch and then walked around the shops. The leaves were at their peak of color change, and the aspens were stunning against the blues/greens of the conifers. We were all kind of pooped and a couple of us started having some altitude problems so we went to our overnight lodgings at the Frisco Lodge in Frisco and rested up. We found a few places still open that Sunday afternoon and I snagged a great hat at a consignment shop.
After a great breakfast at the lodge we did a bit more shopping, then drove around to look at the scenery. On our way back to Broomfield we stopped in Georgetown and at Red Rocks. I would love to see a concert at Red Rocks. I can understand why it is such a big deal now that I’ve been there. The geology is so unusual too.
I have to say, the clouds in Colorado were nearly as magnificent as the mountains. My attention was always drawn to them.
On our second day in Colorado, Cherie, Sandy and I went to explore the Santa Fe St. art district in Denver. I was itching to spend some time at the Abecedarian Gallery, which specializes in book arts. To my surprise, their current exhibition was of my favorite book artist, Daniel Essig, and his wife, Vicki Essig. I knew what to expect of Dan’s work, having taken three of his classes, but it was Vicki Essig’s work that really blew me away. It is the type of art that is difficult to photograph because it is so delicate. It was so inspiring and made my mind turn immediately to combining my woven tapestry with books and found objects in a different way.
I have to say that I am flabbergasted that I don’t have but one photo of this afternoon. I must have really been in the moment. The photo above was the outdoor area behind one of the galleries. I love how they constructed the wall.
That night we watched my cuz-in-law, the fantabulous Kenny Perkins, perform with his band at Logan’s Roadhouse. They totally rocked the house.
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This sunset greeted us when we left the Denver airport on Thursday. It turned out that all the sunsets were beautiful.
On Friday, Cherie, Aunt DeLaine, Sandy and I went to the Dale Chihuly exhibit at the Denver Botanical Gardens. It would have been a great visit even without the art, but the Chihuly glass sculptures combined with the gardens made the visit spectacular!
Many more photos on my Flickr site – just click a photo and you’ll land there somewhere in the middle of Colorado.
That night we all ate from the buffet at Taj, a great Indian restaurant in Boulder, then we went to the open house at the observatory on the University of Colorado Boulder campus and looked at Mars, a globular star cluster, and a ring nebula. Students were playing some form of the human vs. zombies game and one of them used us for cover as we walked back to our car. I wouldn’t mind ending up living near Boulder one day.
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Oh my, has it really been weeks since I last posted? I’ve been so busy. And tired. All this jet setting is great until you have to go back to work and get on a different sleep schedule. My husband can sleep at all times of the day and night. I have a very rigid circadian clock and it doesn’t care to be messed with so often.
Our new bathroom is functional and mostly painted, except for the trim. Our house is still a wreck and will continue to be for several months. Next on the schedule is replacing kitchen cabinet doors and drawer fronts with real wood (the current ones made from particle board are falling apart) and then we’ll gut and repair the foundation and floor under the original bathroom, then remodel it. However, next time we are going to paint the beadboard BEFORE it is put up. There was some frustrating finagling going on trying to get the paint in the grooves in that high corner above the shower. I love the way beadboard looks but man, I learned that it is hard to paint.
However, my attention now needs to turn to my mother’s house and cleaning it out. My sister has been carrying this load while I’ve been dashing off to my art retreats having fun. For the rest of the year, I’m going to try to spend about every other weekend in Marietta working on that. Hoo boy. It’s tough emotionally and physically.
I will work on blogging my trip as I can during breaks in the action before I forget the details, but the full load of photos has been uploaded to my Flickr site, accessible by clicking on one of the photos on the right sidebar.
I’m about to head out west again, this time with my husband to visit family in and near Denver. Sandy will fly back home on Tuesday while I hop another flight to California to attend Art is You Petaluma. I will be glad to see my family, but I just can’t get up much enthusiasm for the retreat afterwards. Usually I am pawing the gate. Now I would rather come home and paint the new bathroom, get the house put back in some kind of order, and weave. I’m feeling low about Mama and the big tasks on the other side of this trip, but I paid too much for this retreat to skip it due to moodiness.
Some good news: the bathroom should be finished by the time I get back, except for the painting and window treatments. I have a loving pet sitter so I won’t worry about my critters. I’m caught up enough at work so that I should not have a huge pile waiting for me.
I know that once I get there I will thoroughly enjoy myself. I went to this one a couple of years ago and it is really one of the best, in a beautiful Sheraton which is also a marina on the Petaluma River. I’m taking classes with three artists who I really like. I’m splitting a room with the retreat vendor and she lives in Petaluma so we will probably use the room at different times. The weather forecast is great for all of it. I will get a little alone time. I will even enjoy the bus ride from the San Francisco airport to Petaluma.
I’ll come home with a couple of fabulous journals, a little more knowledge about watercolor and mixed media, a few new friends to bombard with Facebook posts, and some grand memories. That’s the good life for me, and I’m grateful that I can do it. Of course, I’ll blog it here because that’s one of the best parts of traveling – reliving it.