What a day in Boulder's foothills. Warm, dappled sunshine, gentle breeze, dramatic clouds, energetic blue jays and yellow warblers, swaying Ponderosa pines, showy wildflowers, trickling streams, muddy, tail-wagging dogs, smiling hikers and of course the occasional pack of trail running grannies. Just paradise. It's almost as if Trump didn't exist.
This time I did take my camera, so I'll get out of the way and let the photos show a late spring morning on the Mesa trail.
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