How can it be that I had the last seat on the plane. Seat 38D.Have they no respect for age. That could be someone's Bra size. After 3 planes, a tram ride and just a little bit of anxiety the family was reunited. I got to the Denver airport first. I
stationed myself near where I hoped I would see them get off of the tram. I really wanted to go up to my daughter and say" Do you know where your Mother is"? I still can't believe that we spotted each other in that crowded terminal building. A rental car and
a stop where we walked into and out of three restaurants before we choose one, was next. Then onto the YMCA of the Rockies. Sun and surf is wonderful, but mountains may challenge that. Our woodsy cabin is perfect, except we have no internet. That'll be a hike
every morning to the main lodge. Going down will be easy. I don't want to think about the hike back. Last night, our first night here, everyone was so tired from their travels and excitement, that for the first time that I can remember, we skipped dinner and
went right to bed. Now it is a new day , I smell the sage outside of our porch, the coffee is brewing, and I am so ready for another adventure. And a rice cake with peanut butter !