Red

“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” 
― Jarod KintzI Want Two apply for a job at our country’s largest funeral home, and then wear a suit and noose to the job interview.

“He would have told her – he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are – you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.” 
― Juliet MarillierDaughter of the Forest

It rained last night and the clouds were clinging to the cliffs of the Colorado National Monument. So we did what Erickson’s do at times like this: we threw the kids in the Jeep, got a drink and a treat, and drove up.

We stopped at Cold Shivers to check out the view and the echoes. We drove around to Red Canyon and hiked down to the drainage. We drove all the way across the Monument before returning home. It felt luxurious.

IMG_0875 IMG_0899 IMG_0900 IMG_0902 IMG_0903 IMG_0904 IMG_0905 IMG_0907 IMG_0908