The boys wanted a reasonable answer as to why the Easter Bunny didn't find us in Leadville.
No, I didn't give them this one.
Today, I ran into an old friend at Mt. Princeton Hot Springs. We picked up where we had left off.
While looking up from my riverside pool of bliss, I saw a man that looked just like the quintessential Jesus... long brown wavy hair, beard, white robe (oh, wait, maybe that was a terrorist?.....)
I pointed Jesus out to my friend and she quipped, without missing a beat, "Well, it figures, it IS Easter."