Okay, so not a puppy post today… but organizing my catalogs this afternoon, I came across some buried shots I took of where I grew up when I was home visiting in Colorado last fall. I spent some time alone and drove around my old stomping grounds on the the Air Force Academy. Words cannot come close to describing how this place has changed. This place so full of life, that holds my heart and memories is a complete ghost town now. The streets and sidewalks that were once filled with kids on bikes and families taking walks to the park or the school, are just empty. Our houses are blocked off with fences, and are being demolished slowly, but surely. Our first house, off of good old, Paintbrush Drive, is now just fields….you'd never ever know that streets and cul-de-sacs, filled by families in their homes stood there, ever. Our second house up the street is still standing, but blocked off from all public access and looks haunted and gross.
Pine Valley Elementary School, is a place I will always love and treasure. There won't ever be another Pine Valley. Everyone who went there feels that way. The friendships, the teachers, the songs, the nature trail...it was a magical school. It's now gone. It's a big open field too. While it seemed eerie and just weird driving around, it's such an eye opener to the circle of life. I'm glad to see those things return to fields of mountain desert grass in the beloved foothills of the Rocky Mountains, and not into parking lots. I'm thankful to see the deer still thriving and doing well, and taking shelter in our old car-ports now when it gets windy and cold.
This place will always be home. It just looks a little rough right now. But that's nothing nature won't take care of and make beautiful again over time!