As always, arriving in Boulder feels the same as arriving at home. A dusty home with a few dead flies in it, but those things are easily fixed.
The ice rink is up across the street from our home, and the kids are constantly taking their parents out to skate. The closest ski resort is only 45 minutes away, and I am tempted to learn to ski.
Some people need the ocean. I need trees, and trees on mountains, like here, are a lovely extra bonus.
We went to Sushi Zanmai last night for dinner. They have a lovely Kobe Beef sushi that I dream about, it’s so good. That has to be the best sushi place here in Boulder.
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