I remember us driving through the mountains up from Bolder to Nederland. The fog laying thick on us like a heavy blanket as we swooshed slowly up narrow, curvy roads. It was Spring and wet and cold and Ray La Montagne’s Empty played over and over again. We pulled over on the switchbacks to click pictures of the cliffs and canyons, and to make love like twentysomethings, imprinting the dashboard on our backs. I told you, we will never, never, never, never, ever, ever end. Way before the last goodbye and the day you gave me back all those pictures.
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|Nicely done, Tracy. Love it. “Boulder to Nederland” will mark your debut on Tuesday the 25th.Welcome to 6S!