Visiting Crested Butte for the weekend.
Staying in an old 1800s garage converted into a small house called the License Plate House which is covered in old license plates.
There is an art festival this weekend so there are tents and tents of handmade pottery, ceramics and clothing. Coffee shop next door. Open patio. Perfect weather.
Right now I can hear a beautiful wooden pan flute being played by a man set up at a table next door. I think he’s playing Scarborough Fair. For real.
Hiked Friday on Snodgrass trail. Through the Ancient Aspen Grove. Surprised I didn’t fall multiple times (given my natural grace) because I was snapping a picture at every turn, in awe of the beauty everywhere.
Biked through a summer rain around Peanut Lake. Came back covered in mud and laughing.
Away with Macgyver and the boys.
Wry is happy. And grateful.
life on wry 
Every place has it’s own beauty. You captured this one nicely.
Aww shucks. Thanks so much.
Thank you for taking me there at least for a bit.
Glad you enjoyed!
What a beautiful place. I’m glad you’re having a great time. Thanks for sharing these photos.
Glad you enjoyed!
What an amazing place. I love that license plate house 😀
It was ever so cool of a place.
This jaded New Yorker could almost feel some contact zen from this post. You must have wifi if you can blog from there. What great pictures. I love the license plate house!
Glad you liked. Almost spit out coffee from said coffee house next door after reading your reply. You always make me laugh.