an old locationfor a new year
who doesn't love the newness of anything? one can easily argue that broken-in and familiar is the best way to be, but there is just something great about the beginning of anything. so after an awesome new year's eve in denver i headed out new years day morningish to steamboat springs; a breathtaking mountain town that holds ALL of my colorado, prior to living in colorado, memories. a familiar place for the newness of this year: perfect. steamboat is the only place I had spent more than a layover in and is no doubt a sensational town. I hadn't visited in 5 years and even while every inch was capped in shining snow it all still felt so familiar. There is nothing like coming back to a place and your senses awaken through a nostalgic heart. The same view on the main street upon entering the town, one of two lone grocery stores was still standing firm in the same place I had remembered, and why wouldn't it be? the swimming pool with the giant slides that mark the right hand turn to my aunt and uncles house had changed. WHAT!? no more sweet slides. though do not worry, i soon found out there was just a renovation. a little sad at first, but after a visit to relax in the hot tubs, it still held its original presence that i could recall. there was one wonderful addition, a climbing wall that sat at the edge of a monstrous hot tub and when you could no longer hang on or rang the bell of victory you could just take the plunge. miraculous! brilliant invention of hot-tubbing and bouldering. i hope to see some of this in Heaven. okay, back to the city. ahhh yes, steamboat, so quaint and still capable of soaking up some 12,000 visitors on any given winter weekend. the skiing- remarkable and in the summer there are endless adventures to get lost in. hopefully i will make a few more trips before the snow melts.
who doesn't love the newness of anything? one can easily argue that broken-in and familiar is the best way to be, but there is just something great about the beginning of anything. so after an awesome new year's eve in denver i headed out new years day morningish to steamboat springs; a breathtaking mountain town that holds ALL of my colorado, prior to living in colorado, memories. a familiar place for the newness of this year: perfect. steamboat is the only place I had spent more than a layover in and is no doubt a sensational town. I hadn't visited in 5 years and even while every inch was capped in shining snow it all still felt so familiar. There is nothing like coming back to a place and your senses awaken through a nostalgic heart. The same view on the main street upon entering the town, one of two lone grocery stores was still standing firm in the same place I had remembered, and why wouldn't it be? the swimming pool with the giant slides that mark the right hand turn to my aunt and uncles house had changed. WHAT!? no more sweet slides. though do not worry, i soon found out there was just a renovation. a little sad at first, but after a visit to relax in the hot tubs, it still held its original presence that i could recall. there was one wonderful addition, a climbing wall that sat at the edge of a monstrous hot tub and when you could no longer hang on or rang the bell of victory you could just take the plunge. miraculous! brilliant invention of hot-tubbing and bouldering. i hope to see some of this in Heaven. okay, back to the city. ahhh yes, steamboat, so quaint and still capable of soaking up some 12,000 visitors on any given winter weekend. the skiing- remarkable and in the summer there are endless adventures to get lost in. hopefully i will make a few more trips before the snow melts.
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the pleasure of start that we loose with time
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salam
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