Their friends rented a boat and we took it out to the middle of Lake Dillon, up by Breckinridge, which was gorgeous; a still blue lake surrounded by trees just starting to respond to Autumn. Even the dead trees added to the riot of color in their own burnt purple scream. It was sunny and windy and perfect. Most of the people on the boat were doctors or spouses of doctors but, oddly, the only other single person was a guy who's moving to LA to be an actor. I tried not to discourage him while still not lying to him... After the boat, we had everyone back at the house for pizza and s'mores. It was a wonderful day.
The day before I left, Denver scored major points by showing me where I'd live - a beautiful historic apartment just off a main, eclectic road full of shops and bars. My BFF insisted on looking at rental prices (which wasn't a bad idea - they're much cheaper than LA!) and driving by; the apartment is just around the corner from a yoga studio and a theatre - good job, Denver! Although looking forward to the next leg of my trip, I was sad to leave.
Mostly, though, I'm just going to miss my best friend.
Today I am so happy and grateful for:
~ friendships that are stronger than there are words for
~ catching my BFF at the only moment this year she's actually available to hang out
~ this amazing opportunity to travel
~ puppy love