Fifty Years

After driving as far as Kearny, Nebraska yesterday, we arrived this afternoon in Estes Park, Colorado. We have a VRBO house rented here that sleeps ten people (actually eight comfortably) and that will work fine for us, and for our two daughters and their families to join us.

We are celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary today. We got married in our (very) early 20s. Mary had just graduated from college. I still had one semester left to finish. Looking back, it is astounding that we were so young, so naive. Who, at that tender age, can even contemplate fifty years?

We grilled pork loins on the gas grill of our rental, and ate on picnic tables on the deck, overlooking Estes Park and the Rocky Mountains, surrounded by our grandchildren. It was a great anniversary dinner.

After the meal, we drove a short distance into town and took a little walk on the paved trail along the shore of Lake Estes. A family of ducks and an adolescent male elk gave us some excitement.