Or should I say a little hike up the mountain. Visiting my twin sister and her family out West has always been fun and exciting. The Front Range has been home to them for around twenty years.

Hunting, hiking, and horseback riding has been their life since moving out here thirty years ago. Hunting excursions are not my thing, but the hiking and horseback riding have been terrific. We have done both in some of the prettiest wilderness areas I have seen.

All her children are now grown, and we both are grannys. As Mom used to say, “I ain’t the horse I used to be.” So now they are the ones to take the big hunts, hikes and horseback rides. Their lives have enlarged and mine have decreased. Such is life.

So this morning when my way-taller than me nephew invited me to join him on a hike, I was happy to oblige.

“You’ll just need to walk slower though and let me catch my breath. Ok?”

Virginia has lots more air than way up here in Green Mountain Falls, CO, elevation about 7,700ft. While my Winchester, VA home is around 725ft.

A bright morning sky warmed the air and made the patches of snow easier to walk on.

My nephew was a patient guide. He stopped frequently for me, which was helpful because we talked the entire little hike to the big rock. Talking between an ‘ole Aunty and a young nephew is easy and comfortable out on the trails.

A breathtaking view awaited our arrival. My thoughtful nephew guide offered to help me atop the big rock for an even better view. What a fun, special time we had on our little hike this morning. It was wonderful and spectacular.