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May 24, 2009

It’s so easy to fall in love with Colorado over and over again. Last night was one of those times.

First rodeo of the season.

First camping trip of the season.

There’s something about the sound of pines in the wind, the smell of smoke, the heat of a campfire, and the woozy dreaminess of homemade beer that acts as a potent love potion.

It was everything sitting around a camp fire should be. There was beer in the truck, guitars all around, and six people ready to laugh and jam and create and infinite amount of inside jokes.  And we did. It was one of those nights that will be seared into my memory as a happy place. When life is crappy I’ll hopefully remember this drizzly night in the Colorado mountains when Alex fell over and the world smelled like woodsmoke, the taste of honey beer and the fact that Dusty said, “Titties.”

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