I’m noticing a pattern. It’s always about 3-4 weeks after we get back from Colorado that I really start missing it. The first week or so is the post Colorado blues and then I get back into our routine. A few weeks later, when I decide it’s time to finish going through all of the pictures I took, I start to miss it again. The kind of missing it where you just want to pack up and go. It doesn’t help that the pictures I’m currently going through are from Lake Dillon, an absolutely gorgeous place.
We spent a couple of hours out here and didn’t want to leave. It’s going to be a spot we visit several times when we go back in the summer.