Boulder isn't so much a city as a network of trails connecting green space. Most of which isn't actually green, it's dry prairie and curling creeks and old tree snags left for roosting.
Five minutes from my home, on foot, I’ll be chatting up my new neighbors:
egrets, foxes, mallards, kestrels, coyotes, prairie dogs...
Being the friendly sort, Sal wanted to meet every prairie dog we passed.
And that was a lotta prairie dogs.
No one knows me here. And green is such a flattering color.
P.S. What's not to love?!