A tinge of green spraying out in the fingertips of the trees, shoots of new grass stretching up pushing past the old: The sun is scintillating and the skies are brilliantly blue: The afternoon calls out to me whispering of long walks and sun browned skin. I grab camera and liquids and we head out...
Twenty minutes from home, lie the feet of the Rockies. Paths abound for hiker, runner, and biker alike and we choose one that faces the metropolis to the east.
Winding ever upwards, the narrow artery slices it's way up the hill, leading toward the peak and the promise of sights unseen .
Blue skies beckon...
Rambling ever upwards, the rocky path is a road less traveled for people of pavement, far (enough) from the city's turmoil. The scent of pine lightly wafts on the breeze, fresh, perfuming the air with new growth.
Having reached the trail's top, I stand in silent awe at the beauty of nature. The Garden of Angels* stands majestically in the distance, the distinctive sandstone a reminder of earth's tumultuous past.
The first of a multitude of days that we will spend afield, thrilling at the artistry of time and the megacosm.
*You can see more pictures I took another day hiking at Red Rock's amphitheater- it's more familiar name- here