Just four days after arriving in Colorado, I find myself back in Pennsylvania. Although it was a short trip, it was great to help my brother celebrate his graduation, to spend so much time with my family, and to spend a little time riding in the Rockies.
Really, what could be better? Not much, as it turns out.
Graduations, of course, are some of the most-intensely photographed events, right up there with weddings and a child's first day of school. As such, there were many photos taken over the course of the weekend. Most of them, as you would expect, were focused on my brother and his Travolta-esque coiffure. With so many posed photographs happening, I tried to do a little candid photography, at least on one of the days we were in Boulder:
He's not so sure
But, as the saying goes, you dress for the job you want
Dad was worried that the sun would ruin the photo
I think the blinking did
Before dinner, we enjoyed some cocktails on the porch
This is Eric, still wearing his bling, and his friend Dillon
There were about 250 honors recipients in Eric's class of about 6,000
Of course, I also received Greek honors in college, much to Eric's chagrin
I made the wrong decision, as this photo sucks
Two of Skidmore's largest lecture halls could have fit in this room
This was the view from Thursday's ride, a Boulder classic called Super Flagstaff
"Super" designator is Colorado-speak going past a climb's summit to keep riding
I only had an hour so, I went up 4-Mile canyon until it was time to turn around
You get into the hills pretty quickly out there!