I wanted to post a few more pics than this but the reception I am leaching off of is inconsiderately 'iffy' so this is all I could get up tonight (yeah, laugh it up Hound!).
The snow from Wednesday has melted and Aspen is left to wonder when a real snow is gonna fall.
I turn 40 next week. I was disheartened when I turned 20 and 30.
Now... I could give a shit. I relaize now I feel just as young and healthy as I did when I was 30. I think I look only a few days older so what the hell does a number have to do with anything?