At the end of a dirt road, high in the Colorado Rockies, is a little place called the Gold Lake Resort.
We descended upon this joint to help birthday girl, M, celebrate the big 5-0. That's just not possible, is it? That we're this old?
Well, M is that old. I certainly am not. And, I never will be. 'Cause I don't have birthdays anymore. So, there.
Roscoe, Chance, Blue & Ginger took us on a grand tour:
Television is redefined at Gold Lake ~
Come sunset, we relax in front of the 'TV' sculpture that perfectly frames Bald Mountain.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. - Albert Camus