It felt like summer the entire time my sister Susan and I were in Florida, and so arriving back to a place where there are actual seasons was a shock. We arrived in Denver to heavy rain and cold temperatures, but happily, the next day was in the 60s and sunny, and signs of spring were all over. May snowfall in Denver is rare, but not in the mountains. In fact, more snow is predicted up there this coming week, adding to the amounts already on Mount Evans, as seen in the photograph above. Years ago, I remember hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park on Memorial Day with Susan, her late husband George, and my then wife Lisa. We hiked a trail where the snow got deeper and deeper the higher we went, and soon it started to get foggy, too. Lisa finally said enough is enough, and George, who was leading the way, reluctantly agreed to turn around, and we headed back to a brewpub Estes Park for a beer. I personally think that was George's plan all along, and it worked.
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