This past weekend, My Heart and I spent a few days on a ranch in Norwood, CO, which is just outside Telluride. We were invited by a couple we have known for a few years, but have gotten closer with since our summer, and then move to Park City. They always have a gathering of friends for the July Fourth holiday.
Although My Prince had been away at work, and came home for a day, we decided to pack up the Harley and make the six-hour drive from Park City to Norwood for the Fourth of July instead of staying home. We knew we needed to pack for warm days and cool nights.
Although it was a bit chilly, it was a beautiful ride. We did get rained on for the last 30 minutes, which was a bit miserable. But we made it.
When we got there, everyone was hanging out in the house waiting for the raindrops to go away. Our hosts were welcoming and showed us to our camper. We changed out of our rain gear and started meeting the wonderful people who were there for this Fourth of July celebration.
Finally, the rain stopped, and we were able to hang out by the cabin and the fire. The kids made s’mores and roasted marshmallows. The adults chatted the night away. Finally, it was bedtime.
The next morning, we headed to downtown Telluride for the Fourth of July Parade down Main Street. My Valentine and I rode the bike to town and again saw some amazing views. The town is quaint and straight out of a movie. People lined each side of the road waiting for the parade to start. The highlight that everyone was waiting for would come at noon when the Colorado Air National Guard would do a flyby in their F-16’s. And let me tell you, those jets came out of nowhere! They flew right over Main Street, then up the side of the mountain. It was awesome.
After the parade was over, we headed to the park to find some food and listen to a few bands. It ended up being a beautiful sunny Fourth of July day.
That afternoon, we packed up and headed back to the ranch. We had dinner and gathered around the Cabin again. I was exhausted and soon headed to bed. My need for sleep outweighed my FOMO.
The next morning, we said our goodbyes and headed out on the motorcycle. Our friends suggested a beautiful ride through Rico, CO. It added almost two hours to our trip, but was well worth it. We stopped at the cutest cafe, called Fireweed, which is owned by the daughter of one of our friends. We had a delicious breakfast and continued our journey home through Moab. The views were breathtaking.
Our friends who own the ranch, as well as most of the people we spent the Holiday with, are in the airline industry. What is amazing is how small the airline industry is. We met a woman from Arizona who invited us to her house. We met two more couples from Park City, whom we hope to play golf with and spend more time together this summer. It is amazing how you can meet people and just click.
Although most of these people have had beautiful friendships for 20 years, they welcomed us right in. They made us feel at home. We all shared stories around the campfire as we got to know each other better. We laughed and made memories for years to come.
I hope you realize it’s never too late to meet new friends. It’s never too late to come out of your comfort zone and meet new people. It’s never too late to make new memories. I hope your Independence Day was as special as ours.