This is how it goes. I meet A in a coffee shop in Moab and she sends and text message to E. E has a beer with W and gives my contact info. W thereupon drops me an email and invites me to Ophir, Colorado. And thats where I wanne be, when escaping the heat of Utah, high up in the Rocky Mountains.
Ophir sits in the middle of the San Juan mountains and is in one word; paradise. Its all I want for now. A beautiful setting, a nice house, very healthy food, a relax atmosphere, he is amazing.
We dance at the Telluride bluegrass festival, drink beer, cook, read, talk, bike and hike. W is a professional outdoor photographer, so why words when pictures can describe all you want to say.
Iris (Ophir, 41249 miles)
