Midlife Creative

After leaving Boulder, we backtracked to Colorado Springs. On our first trip through the springs, Mark posted something on Instagram about where we were, and a Jr. High classmate from Dassel-Cokato messaged and said:

“You are in my town. Let’s get together!” This classmate offered their house as a place to stay when we came back through the Springs the next weekend. We were able to cancel our airbnb reservation and stay with Chad and Heather instead. This trip has been a series of surprises and blessings. This stay was one of them.
The Behnkens were great hosts. We were able to relax for 4 nights in their beautiful home. They win the award for best view from the kitchen window and the best backyard, with a trampoline and zip-line.

While in the Springs, Malia went to a tennis class, we visited our friends the Housari’s again, and we attended New Life Church where 150 people got baptized on a Sunday!

At this point in the trip, we are all counting down the number of times we have left to pack and unpack our suitcases.
Our next and last stop in Colorado was Greeley, home of Mark’s Bible School classmates, Scott and Rochelle. The Mundfroms were amazing hosts. They rolled out the red carpet for us, taking us out to dinner several times in four nights we were there. Their two oldest daughters are also in college like ours, so we took their empty bedrooms in the basement. Rochelle is a music teacher and has a piano, so it was fun to sit and play a bit. Boy, is my playing rusty after 6 months with no piano! The giant dog, Bogey, kept us company while Scott and Rochelle were at work. The girls took turns filling his bowl with his snack of choice – ice cubes.

Greeley is really close to Loveland, CO where my first childhood piano teacher lives. Her daughter, Becki,met us for an afternoon. She took us to see her mom and dad at the retirement home, and then out to dinner. It was great to see them and reminisce about our childhood days growing up in Marshall, MN.

Our “Friday field trip” this week was to Estes Park. Mark took the girls and I back to the YMCA camp where he spent lots of summers going to AFLBS youth conventions in the 90’s. We walked downtown Estes Park and did all the touristy things like buying taffy and ice cream and touring the Stanley Hotel.

I love visiting old, historic buildings. Walking into the Stanley felt like stepping back in time. There were old postcards displayed, written by guests at the hotel, dating back to the early 1900’s. Reading these postcards reminded me that traveling the country is not a new idea. We have it easy now with modern roads, a great new vehicle, and cell phones to tell us where to go, when to stop, and what to eat. Back when this postcard was written, they couldn’t text their mother in-law the address of where they were staying each night. It was a postcard, a stamp, and a little faith in the US Postal Service.