We got up early and got on the road. We stopped at the rafting place, because Tim had picked up the CD of pictures, and later discovered that the CD did not have the right pictures on it. Marianne got a new CD.
The drive home was routine. We drove over Wolf Creek Pass, through the San Luis Valley, and then down 287 to Denver. It was warm in Boulder, but there is more oxygen there. Compared to the Western Slope, the yard and everything was very dry.
Our reunion memories are still very strong.
It was time to be home, but it is a bit of a culture shock to be back in the city.
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