Five years ago, before we were Colorado residents, my hands would sweat just looking at mountains.
Now here I am, voluntarily going on hikes that require you to hug cliff walls.
No big deal.
This past Sunday the Pearl Street Farmers' Market had it's opening weekend and I was more than eager to fill up my bags with their spring goodies.
Arugula, eggs, radishes, spring greens, goat cheese, asparagus, kombucha and...