So our last days of work were both on June 2nd (my dad's birthday - how appropriate). We then proceeded to pack up all of the remaining stragglers into boxes and loaded up the rocket box, the car, and upon figuring out that the car wasn't quite big enough... the Uhaul trailer.
We left Boulder Saturday afternoon around 7pm and headed off to a new life in Crested Butte. Leaving the gorgeous flatirons behind... perhaps we'll be back?
Upon our arrival - the "few steps" that we'd been warned of had apparently bred rampantly during our drive up and presented us with 4 stories to the front door. Not ideal for a bum knee to say the least. We promptly passed out in our futon bed with a bunk overtop (read: guest room).
Sunday we awoke early to begin the unloading and unpacking. Liz had to do all the heavy lifting up and down the steps - as my knee could not hang with the plight of the 4 flights! Guess I owe her...
The View from our front door...
1 comment:
dan says move back your to far away to grab a quick dinner with Erin and I.
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