Meanwhile, I've been checking out real mud. It was 20 degrees when I started hiking to these. It took me an hour and a half to reach the base of Castleton (not climbing it, just stopping by on a recon while traveling to my brother's house). It about killed me too - obviously I am just over being ill:
And all after spending time with these blessings:
It was 9 degrees when we woke up here in Silt, Colorado - but at least I spent last night indoors. I camped three nights while driving out from LA; one night it was 15 degrees and another a balmy 18 (and I only had two dogs on what should have been three dog nights).
Vicki and Tricia report lots and lots of fun from Europe. Apparently Tricia is the only kid on their whole tour (expected) and everyone else in the group has adopted her fondly.
Going out today to tour some of the houses my brother has built in and around Aspen. Some are over 10,000 square feet (and sell for tens of millions).
