Idaho Springs (+ satisfying a craving)

We woke up to a snowy morning - these are the best.  It is starting to come down pretty hard and G made an astute observation about apartment living:  (1) both of our cars are in covered parking, hallelujah, and (2) we don't have a long driveway (or any driveway!) to shovel out.  Ahhhh, how relaxing.

Let me tell you how good it is to be home.  Unfortunately it's only for a couple of days because I fly to surprise my Gama this next weekend.  It will be fun, but this introvert is ready for a few uninterrupted days.  The kind that don't involve suitcases and planes.

Yesterday started out with a routine trip to the vet's office.

We take Orca to a rabbit specialist in Boulder.  About halfway there, we got stopped in hellacious traffic.  I don't know if there was an accident or what but we turned around and called to reschedule.

Somehow, we ended up here for breakfast:

She likes her burrito with extra hot sauce.  Note that it is as big as she is.  That's mama's girl!

After dropping her back off at the ranch, we went to explore Idaho Springs, a little town in the foothills.

It's a bustling little place with about 3 blocks of shops and restaurants.  The most noteworthy, though, is the donut shop.  OMG I have been craving a real donut for months and months.  Not a pastry, not anything fancy, and not something store bought.  A donut that someone formed and dropped into the hot oil sometime around 4:00 this morning, then covered with sugary goodness.

G came through for me and pointed out just the right place.

Then we explored the drive up to Mt. Evans (the road is closed halfway up the mountain).  The scenery was, of course, awesome but I have to say that the apple fritter won the day.

The entire drive was like this.  They're like, not joking with the snow out here.

Echo Lake is totally frozen over.

Mt. Evans

It's time for me to curl up with a cup of coffee and ignore all the dishes that need to be done.  Snowy mornings demand laziness.  Plus, it's the Sabbath.  It's my Christian duty.