Before we sign up for Medicare...
…I found a few old pictures of before and right around the time we got married (the first time), October 3, 1981. We were young, strong, energetic, slim, and loved to explore wherever we went. That’s Jerry shivering on the upstairs balcony of the Sonnenalp Hotel in Vail, CO, still one of my all-time favorite hotels. We stepped outside to take in the amazing vista and cold weather and let the door shut behind us and lock us out. We had to yell for help to the employees who were walking towards the hotel from the parking lot to save us. We’ve never let that happen again. My picture is taken from a balcony at Purgatory ski resort near Durango. That was a magic trip. We flew to CO, rented a car, and drove through every nook and cranny, in a state with impressive nooks and crannies. We repeated that trip several years later with Josh, but this time adding Pike’s Peak and getting lost somewhere along the Navajo Trail west of Durango. Those stories can’t be retold; they are only shared memories.
No one, and I mean no one, gets into local costume and vernacular faster than Joshua. I have proof. If I was under a book contract and had oodles of time, I would drag them all out and document his transformations. He always loved to be mistaken for a local and, dang it, if it was always his Dad who was spoken to like he was from there. Why? Because every dad sitting on a park bench is from there!!
