Going back to Fort Collins is now a bit like when I go back to see my own folks, a bit same oldy but something magical happens every time. This time we saw Elks on the way down from the Rocky Mountain National Park, found a secret shrine, I read a lot in the sunshine (the fantastic biography of Kathleen Scott - which has filled me with inspiration to try harder to be happy and enjoy life) we ate lunch in what is apparently a beaver haven (no beavers were seen) and I had a lucky day of thrifting.
Yes, I really love my vintage Broncos tee.
