Avalanche Ranch. Waking up to river sounds, and coffee on a creaky porch, the wind running through the dandelions, and the hot mineral pools. So much space, so much intimacy. I find a lot of comfort being in a valley, hugged up against the mountains. Everything felt slowed down and lazy. And the local beer. Good grief, Colorado, shtaaap it with your breweries of beauty! I have never loved Summer the way I love Summer in this place.