The air in the mountains is just different. There’s nothing like it anywhere. I suppose you could say the same about the salt air at the coast or ocean. But in the mountains, there’s much less oxygen in it and you’re above all the pollution so it just feels crisper and cleaner. It’s like your body is regenerated with every breath you take in. Throw in the views, the cool temperatures and a whole lot less people and it’s a good place to be! Mojo loves it, the walks up and down the hills and the cool air suits him just fine.
Uncle T posted about the door, first off, they needed to sand it earlier in the week and second, we don’t get to choose the color. It ended up a burgundy color to go with the sort of creme color building. Lori says the door reminds her of Christmas which will be here in, let’s see, just about 80 days, give or take a day.
During the day I headed to Costco to meet the manager of the liquor store which has turned into quite a good customer. They’re flying through this one wine of ours and hopefully soon will carry some more. Then we stopped by the Octoberfest celebration at the Sonnenalp Hotel which is one of the nicer hotels and spas in downtown Vail. They had a beer garden set up with a real german band and tons of old Germans, most in their 60’s to 80’s partying, drinking and dancing all in their authentic german clothes. You could tell these people were really from Germany as the clothes could have only came from there and they looked quite well used as if they owned them for years. They all sang along and held up their beer steins and swayed their glasses back and forth in unison all while singing along with the band. It looked like it was straight out of a movie. My buddy Rick begged us to come down as he took his Mom there to get her out of the house, so we did. His 84 year old Mom, who we know quite well from over the years, from New Jersey, is German and was out there dancing with the best of them. The only song I recognized was the chicken dance. You should have seen all the old people out there shaking their hind ends dancing away. It looked like a scene right out of the Sound of Music with everyone in their bavarian garb, women in dresses and pigtails in their hair and the men in long like lederhosen pants, some with their alpine hats. The food too was authentic and really good, pretzels with sweet mustard and real German bratwurst that I think were boiled, not grilled, with sauerkraut. We didn’t stay long but it sure was fun.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, (we left the boys) the door was getting put back on (it took 3 or 4 hours to dry) and they were playing some sort of game. I brought them some pretzels and sausages which they devoured.
Today Jag has baseball right in the middle of the Bronco game, again. He’s a little under the weather but his brother is coming back and feeling better, that’s the way it goes around here. One gets it, gets better, but not before passing it on to the next person. It’s like some sort of sick (no pun intended) game! Speaking of the Bronco’s, sure hope we win and we’re also cheering for the 49rs.
Hard to believe the weekend is over, where does the time go. I don’t know about you but it seems the older you get, the faster life goes!
Hope all’s well with everyone, take care, WASH YOUR HANDS, and God Bless.