Manitou Springs, CO
After Friday was so crowded, we stay home on Saturday. I didn't get out of my PJs all day. Bill puts additive in the Jeep's fuel tank and fills it with high octane gasoline. Hopefully this will make a difference.
It rains lightly off and on while we putter and read and watch a movie.
Bill uses GoogleEarth to figure out where the house he lived in is, and Sunday we drive back to Colorado Springs. I love these older neighborhoods, and the property where he lived is beautiful.
|The wrap-around porch on the front house is huge|
|Bill and Stone in front of his little house in the back - 1979|
|The same little house looking very much the same - 2016|
|Empty streets of a Sunday morning|
|Can't remember the last time I sat at a diner counter!|
We don't find the house, but do find a lot of beauty and a wonderful surprise.
|The western slope of Pike's Peak|
|Aspen glow in the shifting sunlight|
|Interesting formations dot the landscape|
We stop at a pond on our way out. Bill's first cast nets him a nice trout so he's happy to spend some time here. Tessa and wander around in the green grass. I hear the distinct sound of a hawk high in a pine, and what sounds like babies (eyas is the correct term).
|At the very top of this tree|
|What a surprise!! Mom and her two eyas in their nest|
|Waiting patiently for the next meal|
|Today's storm darkens the distant skies|
|while the sunshine overhead brightens the hillside|
|We consider stopping at the little cafe and doubling the population, but continue through the storm|