The commute. Thirteen miles along the front-range from Dakota Ridge in
Golden to highway 285. A dive to the west, through the foothills. A
winding canyon road. It opens up at Indian Hills and Tiny Town and goes
faster. Thirteen miles to Conifer. The road gets smaller after that. Two
lanes most of the time. Through Shaffer crossing to Pine junction. Dark
evergreens. Firs. Spruce. Bare aspens. Snowy white marshmallow meadows.
A decrepit mountain cemetery visible from the road. Deer creek. A view of
the inner ranges. An enticing glimpse up a side canyon. On to the top of
Crow Hill and the long winding 7% grade down for two miles that ends with a
hard right right into the town of Bailey. Bailey Colorado. All five blocks
of it. Thirty-nine miles altogether. Altogether, not a bad commute at all.
And every afternoon, on the drive home, I get to look at the other side of
it.
It's a new client in Bailey. A domestic violence residential facility in
the mountains. Got a nice surprise when we showed up. Cyndi Rodgers. She
used to be the bookkeeper at the Mountain Resource Center in Conifer until
she had to resign to get Leukemia treatment. Cyndi is the bookkeeper for
the Bailey Client now. She's back in business. She just passed her
five-year cancer anniversary. Go Cyndi!
Perfect Colorado winter weather. It snowed before we got here. A week of
blue skies and fifty degrees.
Time to move on.
