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September 2, 2012


Twenty minutes and a world away.

Our friend Hannah has access to a little escape just up the road from Boulder, a short drive up a windy road and into the near mountains. It's her mother's house, and it's a little dream.

A group of us went up to grill out, hang out, and, for a few of us, to spend the night. What sold me? We slept in a teepee.

[Hannah's dog, Buddy.]





The focus of the evening was on the food.

We all contributed the raw ingredients, and David cooked up a storm.


And, in case you're curious, here's what it looks like to be surprised by a flash when entering the teepee for the night:

The highlight for me was on the following day, which merits its own entry. Read on.

Posted by beth at September 2, 2012 4:44 AM

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