Thus far, during my short time as a resident of the state of Colorado, my favorite place to 'get away' has become the Seaman Reservoir.
The Seaman is a huge reservoir located a few miles up the Pourdre River Canyon, and in my opinion, it's got the best of both the worlds: a little sage and high desert sand, and a whole lot of water.
This past week we went for a hike to the far side of the lake (my favorite place within my favorite place), and we attempted to go swimming. It's been unseasonably warm here in Fort Collins for the month of May, so at the time it seemed to be a brilliant idea. The reality is that we spent 20 minutes standing thigh deep in freezing cold water, calling each other 'chicken shit'.
Yes, we're all talk and no action, but at least our Swedish rears are a bit tanner as result of our unhealthy, competitive nature.
The French named the Canyon 'Cache le Poudre', after the gun powder that they stashed there, but those of us who haven't mastered our French drawl, pronounce it as "cash luh pew-der".
So when our friends asked what we had been up to all day, our reply was: "We went swimming in the See-man up the Pew-der...."
Really, what were the French thinking?
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