Well, the packing and cleaning and long-haul driving are behind me. I now live in Boulder, Colorado. I can’t yet say what I’ll be doing to earn a living. Here’s what I know I’ll be doing every day.
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...
Canada geese and white pelicans!
I love pelicans more than I can say. A flock of five winged by me on yesterday’s walk. Today, my mutt Sal swam where South Boulder Creek bulges into a small lake, and then she swam again aways downstream.
Being the friendly sort, Sal wanted to meet every prairie dog we passed.
And that was a lotta prairie dogs.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, that’s what Boulder city planning means to me. No matter where you live, scruffy undeveloped land and all of its many inhabitants are your neighbors. Isn't that every kid's dream? A playground as big as—well, as big as the "church of the blue dome," to quote my outdoorsy nephew.
I may just buy an old snowmobile suit, flatten all four tires on the Buick and
cycle everywhere.
cycle everywhere.
No one knows me here. And green is such a flattering color.
P.S. What's not to love?!
