The temperature never got above 50 degrees yesterday, and it was threatening rain most of the day, but up in Boulder, there were a fair number of cars in the parking lot at Chautauqua Park, and I had to assume they were all hiking up in the Flatirons, seen in the photograph above. Years ago, I remember hiking into that kind of mist at Rocky Mountain National Park with my then wife Lisa, sister Susan, and late brother-in-law George, and it was indeed kind of exciting, the mist getting thicker and thicker and the visibility decreasing the higher we went. But that was in the spring, when the remaining snow got deeper and deeper the higher we went. Which would ultimately make us turn around and head for the local brewpub. Yesterday, there was no chance of encountering snow, and so I assume if dressed properly, it might have made for a nice hike. But not for me. These days I prefer warm and sunny, unlike all those young whippersnappers up in Boulder. And do people still use the word "whippersnapper" these days? I thought not.
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