So we went to Estes Park, a little tourist town north east of Boulder at the gates of Rocky Mountain National Park. It's a quaint little village with lots of shops and is dog friendly! I had our son drop me off in town so I could shop and he and his Dad could go to the park.
I had warned them that snow was predicted. Did they listen? No! It'll be fine, they said. They dropped me off just as the snow was lightly falling. Then it came down more and more and more. Before I knew it, myself and a large number of other silly tourists were walking around town in a blizzard. A BLIZZARD PEOPLE!!!! I was dressed warm enough. But BLIZZARD!!!! I would window shop and when I got too cold, I would go into a shop. At first I was a little agitated, but then I started to laugh and decided that what the heck, this is kinda fun!
After a while I walked down to Starbucks for a rest. That's when son called to say his car had skidded off the road and they were waiting for a tow out. In all, they were stuck for over an hour and a half. Luckily no damage was done, lots of people stopped for help. No harm, no foul. Funny thing, make that, stupid thing. He got a warning ticket for going over a double line and into a ditch. He wasn't driving fast and it's not like he did it on purpose. I'm just glad I wasn't in the car when the police officer was there if you get my drift!!!
So when they were getting pulled out of a snow drift I was in Starbucks drinking hot tea sitting in a cushy leather chair reading a book. Can we say Karma people!!!?!!!