I’m very hesitant to share, but can’t help myself. Lean a bit closer and I’ll whisper my secret.

I know. I know. I’m probably going to jinx myself, but want to hear it anyway?

Spring

I thought so.

Spring

Here it goes: this first Denver winter? Please. Not bad at all. No need for all wheel drive. I didn’t even buy a snow shovel. And that whole, “Denver has 300-plus days of sunshine!” thing? It is the truth and it saved my butt. I’ve got a bit of a seasonal depression thing. Without enough sunshine, exercise and time outside — things fall into a dark place rather quickly. But Denver? Well. It has been very good to me so far. It is beautiful. The mountains are so close. The people are kind. And the trails are fantastic. I have spent more time outside in my snowshoes or hiking boots in the last few months than I can count.

Spring

Mountain life is active, healthy and just plain fun.

And yes, as Mini said last week on the Twitters: All my talking about how much I love living here is like showing off your new (hotter) boyfriend in front of her old (skin cancer prone) boyfriend and all his (douche baggy) friends.

Spring!

Dear Phoenix, I will always love you. And be back for a visit soon. You are, after all, housing my dearest (non douche baggy) friends.

Now, let’s just hope there isn’t a freak late-March storm that has me locked in my house for a week eating kibble with Nelson. Then again, this might be a route to being bikini ready I hadn’t previously considered…

~K