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Colorado?!  My parents asked when I told them we were going to move there... but something about it spoke to me... I grew up listening and loving John Denver sing about "Rocky Mountain High....Colorado".  A woman I worked with went to Colorado for her honeymoon... a girl I had known since 3rd grade showed up to my 10th High School reunion and told me she was now a Mountain Ranger in Colorado.... it all just started clicking together.
Growing up in wet, lush, evergreen Washington, the brown mountains here did NOT impress me - I was actually almost in shock for the first year - I had a hard time seeing the beauty.  Plus, of course, the altitude took a little getting used to - coming from sea-level to 6,000 feet: it took a while to completely adjust.  Then the ladies at work started inviting me to go hiking with them in the mornings - "Bring your dog!" they would say.  So, I got out with them and eventually became addicted to rising early and getting up to the park.  It wasn't a concrete path park - and I wasn't going to the pee-pee park, you know, where you stand around and let your dog get all the exercise.  It was rugged turrain.  I loved it! 


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