It's getting cold here.

Yesterday we woke up to an inch of snow, and it snowed off and on all morning. The sun melted it away by late afternoon, but it was only 25°F when I got up this morning.

I am not quite ready for it, because I feel like I worked most of the summer away, and I did it at 10,000ft.

I was able to get out on the paddleboard a few times at the end of September, which was really nice because there wasn't anyone else on the lake.

I was able to take a few short solo hikes in September. We made new friends and family this summer, and we had fires with them. We burned marshmallows, we told stories and shared experiences, and we laughed so much it hurt.

I got to spend three months with my adult daughter because she came out to work with us this summer. I got to spend time with her kitties and laugh at old inside jokes. I got to learn new things about the amazing, strong, intelligent woman she's become.

I got to spend time with my (now adult) son, in a cellular dead zone, listening and learning and talking about MTG for hours (yet retaining very little of it) before he moves off the bus and starts living his own life.

I got to experience a city where the community is loyal to their locals. Where every local store carries the art and creations of local and statewide Colorado makers and artists.

I found a gluten free bakery that makes the most amazing, moist, delicious gluten free donuts, and cakes, and quitch-EES (or quiches if your not my daughter.

Even though I felt like I didn't do much, I had a full summer in a much different sense of the word. My time was full of nature and love and family, in a way that my body and mind needed, even if they didn't really want it that way.

Sometimes it takes stepping back and looking at things again with a different lens to see what is truly important.