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“ARE YOU A DEER?”

I found out that Sneffles is dear Mr. Ralph Lauren’s pet mountain. We passed by his property as we were driving to Telluride today.

Colorado is so amazingly, baffling-ly gorgeous I can barely explain it without expletives. It is, in fact, so stunning, that I finally had to make a Flickr account to host the images in this post.

Today Daddy took me to the “Mountain Market” to get ingredients for making apple cheesecake in the adorable little town of Ridgway. It’s a very small town without chain restaurants or stores, and it sits in the middle of a valley. In every direction you turn you get a fantastic view of the Cimarron or the Sneffles range. As we were driving back home, I looked out the window and saw this:

I know people are prone to romanticizing rainbows, but you have to figure there’s a reason for it. What this photo shows is only half the rainbow; its glorious arc stretch up through the clouds and across the entire valley. It filled me up with poetry.

As we reached the summit of the “hill” (it looks like a mountain to me) where my aunt and uncle’s house is, we happened upon this:

Something you should know about deer that don’t see many people is that they barely give a poop if you’re there. We pulled right up to these bucks near the road and their reaction was… to do nothing. You actually have to honk your horn or try to make conversation with them to get them to move. Yesterday as we were going to Ouray, my father slowed the car to look at a deer munching grass at a bend in the road. My uncle Allen (another uncle besides the one already mentioned) rolled down his window and asked loudly, “ARE YOU A DEER?” We discovered that no deer is interested in answering this question, as it has been a running joke since, and the deer always end up ambling carelessly about 10 feet away without responding.