Today we drove into the Rocky Mountains. It was snowing.
Up in the midst of the winding roads and rocky rocks is a town squashed between two rocky slopes. It is called Black Hawk. A very expensive town has grown up there, solely for gambling. A mountain side is being scraped away to make room for more growing.
The original inhabitants, if there are any left, probably wonder what hit them.
Some houses fit their setting.
Some trucks do too.
The long road back down.
And in the mail today, I got this card. Thank you, Pam.
What is the cover paper? Lovely layers.
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