Dad Remembrance Day
Today was Dad Remembrance Day. Lucy and I kicked the festivities off with brunch at one of the great breakfast places in the U.S. - Lucille's Cajun Cafe in Boulder. Dad introduced me to Lucille's fifteen years ago and I've never forgotten it. And, do you know what? It was as fabulous as I remembered.
After brunch and shopping on the Boulder Pearl Street Mall, I headed off into the mountains with a small detour by Dad and Mei-Ling's former house in Boulder on 16th street right off Baseline. I then retraced one of Dad's favorite Colorado mountain routes - Foothills Road (Highway 93) from Boulder up to Golden. In Golden, I made a right turn on to twisty turny Highway 6 which runs through the drop dead scenic Clear Creek Canyon.
Part way through the canyon, I stopped at one of the pullouts, scrambled down through the rocks (thinking that I ought to be on the lookout for sun bathing reptiles) to the creek. I hopped a few rocks and ended up perched on a large boulder in the middle of the creek. At that point, I took off my sandals, dangled my feet into the luscious fast water and remembered Dad. He so loved mountain water.
After drying off, I continued on Highway 6 to Interstate 70 and then hopped back on to Highway 6 at Loveland. I motored over the top of Loveland Pass at 12,000 feet then down, down, down to Arapahoe ski area and into Keystone. Dad exulted in the stark high beauty of Loveland Pass and Arapahoe.
And now, I am ensconced at the Keystone Lodge in the midst of a very showy thunder and lightning storm over the mountains - which somehow seems appropriate.
Keystone Lodge is the very last place I saw my Dad alive.
7:21:26 PM 
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Clear Creek Still Life
