We went to Ute Valley Park, one of my favorites. For one, it's the home of Bulldog Arch.
See it? See the bulldog?? (Not the figure in the lower left, that's Magnum)
This park is near the site of last summer's Waldo Canyon fire. It's the first time we've gone hiking there since. The burn scar reminds me of the surface of an elephant. Gladly, the park was spared.
Many others had the same idea to spend their Easter afternoon in the great outdoors. We crossed paths with several hikers/mountain bikers/joggers. A couple of college-aged guys went by on mountain bikes - no helmets or pads - raising my mom senses. But there were several other sensible ones, fully decked out (if only they'd slow down!).
And everyone seemed in happy spirits. Nothing like some spring sun and dirt to bring out the friendliness.
We even came upon a group of younglings having an egg hunt. Another young guy introduced us to his shy adolescent weimaraner, commented on the beautiful day, and wished us a heartfelt Happy Easter.
He was so friendly, it made me wonder if he was always so sunshiny.
So a nice way to close out the week. I sure appreciated it after my