One of my oldest and dearest friends spends her summers at 9 thousand feet, (sort of ) near Guffey, Colorado. That would be about 2 hours west of Colorado Springs. In one day we had sun, wind, clouds, torrential rain, hail, sleet, snow, cold.
I love this place. It speaks to me through the clouds, native gramma grasses, the trees that grow so strong at this altitude. In the natural world, the strongest survive here. Bye for now, friend.