Not chopped to pieces by Jack Nicholson so far...

I am having such and disgustingly wonderful time here in Colorado, that I'm actually a bit hesitant to write about it, since it might sound smug.

I mean, on one page in the book you have Swedish gloom, no sex or affection, bad weather, intrigues and inbred greek dramas, so on and so forth, on the next page you have closeness and good sex, good weather, beautiful mountains and no bad dramas...

Yesterday we drove up to Estes Park some 7500 feet (around 2.3 km)up in the mountains. A cute little town above which hovers The Stanley Hotel, the big mansion/hotel from the film The Shining, in which Jack Nicholson goes mad and tries to chop up his wife and son with an axe.

Yeah, and where do you folks think we spent the night?

It was actually very nice...I took some pics from the long empty hallways..sort of hoping to catch a glimpse of the chopped up twin girls from the movie...or see room nr 13, or hear someone chant redroomredroomredroom...which of course sounds like murder backwards. Oh well... hehe..

They did however show The Shining non stop on one of the tv channels in the room. Kinda cool in a freaky sort of way...

Today we entered The Rocky Mountain National Park and made a spectacular drive in the mountains, way above the tree line (more than 12.000 feet, around 4 km!!).

There is something happening to a person in those places in the mountains. And I'm not talking about lack of oxygen here...
Serenity is one word to describe it, but it's not enough.
If you believe in forces or powers in nature, goddesses or gods, or just have the capacity of absorbing overwhelming scenery and beauty..then you are so damn close to it there...you are within it so to speak.

I'm still filled with it, and I'm very happy.