Me and Nikki left Prescott at 3AM to drive to Parker for the funeral. We got there early, and didn’t feel like doing nothing for an hour, so instead decided to drive north a little ways.
We found a little hiking trail along the river, and I stuck my feet in the cold Colorado at six in the morning. The sun rose on the rust colored landscape and was beautiful:
My dress socks had sand in them when I got home that afternoon.