I had a bit of time to kill after work in Boulder last night, so I headed to my old stomping grounds: Dakota Ridge and the Sanitas Valley Trail. This is one of my (many) favorite spots in Boulder, and one of the (few) places that I will hike alone, even with my mountain lion fears. (Side note: this also happens to be super close to the spot where I am 99% sure I saw a mountain lion, which turned out to be a rather comical-and not scary-event.) Anyway, it was a beautiful evening with warm winds, and this is sort of what I saw, minus the pink clouds (that occurred a few minutes later) and the tall grasses waving in the winds.
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