A few months ago, I was browsing a vacation rental website and discovered a cozy looking property in downtown Estes Park. On a whim, I clicked a few buttons, made a quick phone call and booked a ten-day holiday in the Rockies.
I filed the upcoming vacation in the Distant Future section of my mind and then sank back down into my daily routine of work deadlines and demands. The weeks flew past. All of a sudden it was time for our holiday. I had about a million projects up in the air and I had to quickly wrap things up and jump on a plane to Denver. Needless to say, we arrived exhausted at our vacation destination. As usual. This work-till-we-drop shit has got to stop.
Estes Park, like most of this part of the country, is experiencing a late spring bout of wintry weather. Today we drove up into the park to see what was accessible (given our desire not to hike too much in snow) and discovered that Sprague Lake is pretty much still under several inches of snow. We put on our crampons (gear that Julie and Will kindly leant us and which became very useful throughout our trip) and set off around the lake.