Happy Harley Holidays, everyone!
Here’s what my December 24 looked like: Sarah and I got in 18 holes of golf. Then, I went for a pre-Santa ride in the Rockies.
We didn’t play 18 holes, that’s for you sun worshippers in La Quinta. The courses here in Colorado are closed this time of year, but they’re very walkable. So today, we walked the entire Aspen Glen golf course, where we’re living while our house is under construction nearby. It took us two hours and eight minutes to walk 18 holes; we covered 6.24 miles. Fitbit-worthy.

On the back nine at Aspen Glen, on Christmas Eve. That’s Mount Sopris in the background: 12,966 feet. It should be in pretty much every photo, and the view from your back yard, if you can swing it.
Next, I fired up the Harley and rode into Carbondale. Why? Pretty much so I could say I rode the Rockies on a chilly winter day. My ride covered 12 miles, round trip, in 34-degree weather. Riding the Rockies on Christmas Eve. Yeah, baby!

Great day for a ride. Or for finishing your Christmas shopping. Already figured out what I want for Christmas next year: heated grips for the bike. Seriously. #coldhands,warmheart

On Christmas Eve, I rode six miles, to River Valley Ranch — in Carbondale. This view is right next to the lot where we’re building our home. Yes, that’s Mount Sopris in the background.
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So, that’s what happened today, on Christmas Eve.
This blog is normally a description of beautiful roads I’ve ridden and unhealthy food I’ve consumed along the way. Today’s blog post is a bit different.
As you may have noticed, I’ve been on blogging hiatus since ending my last Harley trip in Carbondale on August 15.
Quite a lot has happened since then. We became permanent Colorado residents, making Carbondale our home. We now have Colorado drivers licenses, and Colorado plates on our vehicles. We’ve watched our new home being built, and are looking forward to moving in some time in the spring (no pressure, Kent and George). We’re gradually adjusting to life in the Rockies. We miss our old friends in the desert, but are pretty sure they’ll find Carbondale a fine place to visit.
Today, on Christmas Eve, I thought I’d take you on a trip, metaphorically anyway. It’s just a simple way of bringing you up to date on what’s been happening in our lives since mid-August, the date of my last blog post.
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In August, on the San Francisco side of the Golden Gate Bridge. We hiked across the bridge, both directions.
We spent the summer in San Rafael, California, living with my cousin Rich, who was kind enough to open his home to me, Sarah, Lucy and Betsy — until our rental in Carbondale was available. Eleven weeks of unconditional hospitality. We took advantage of the proximity to the Pacific Ocean, knowing it may be some time before we have a chance to get salt in our hair and sand in our toes again.

Got sand in our toes at Stinson Beach.
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While we were in Northern California, work on our new home in Carbondale continued. Almost every day, our builder (Key Elements Construction) posted photos on a website so we could track the progress. As you may know, we’re calling the house our “Cozy Carbondale Cottage.”

It’s been fun watching the house become a home.

Yes, that’s a ridge beam, and those are rafters. The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are not in Seattle, they’re in Colorado.

Our great room will be a nice space, with a fantastic view of the mountain.
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On September 14, we said goodbye to San Rafael, and headed for Colorado. After an overnight in Elko, Nevada, we arrived in Carbondale on a beautiful almost-autumn afternoon.
We immediately checked out the homesite. It looked a lot like our builder’s photos, but we finally got to be in the frame.

Here’s Sarah, showing off the view from the Guest Bedroom. Best view in the house. Nice mountain in the background. Lucky guests!
We’ve had a good time exploring the local area — the Roaring Fork Valley. There are breathtaking views around every corner. It’s almost like being on a Harley ride.

Here’s Sarah, on the famed Satank Bridge, just outside of Carbondale. Love the red mountain in the background.

More of the Satank Bridge, which spans the Roaring Fork River.
We hiked up Red Hill, where Colorado Highways 82 and 133 meet, just at the North end of Carbondale.

The view from Red Hill, looking south toward Mount Sopris. Quite spectacular.
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Our cats, Betsy and Lucy, seem to be enjoying life in Colorado. They are fascinated with the view, with the deer in our back yard, and the change of scenery — it’s their first time out of California.

The girls admire the view of Mount Sopris. Who wouldn’t?

Betsy has decided she likes sitting by the fire, basking in the Colorado sunshine.

Lucy found her favorite spot, on a faux animal fur throw, from Pier One (it was at the rental house when we moved in). That’s my cousin, Rich, in the background. First cousin, once removed. Anyone know what that is?
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We’ve had a number of visitors here in Carbondale. They can confirm we are actually here. Our hospitality “brand” is the same as it was in La Quinta: Five-star Quality, Zero-star prices.

My cousin Rich visited in December. He flew to Aspen, and rode the bus in to Carbondale (and back). Thought it was the best deal on the planet: free plane ride, free bus!

John Tracy visited from Alaska, along with his wife Donna and son, Cole. We think he’ll be back.

The McBrides visited from Palisade, Colorado’s peach and wine capital.

We had a lovely dinner at our house with Sarah Murray (what a name coincidence!), her husband Clay, and their cute twins, Si and Jesse.
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We’ve been trying to walk most every day. The exercise routine is a bit reduced, compared to what it was in California, but there’s good reason. On November 2, Sarah had rotator cuff surgery at the world-famous Steadman Clinic in Vail.

At the Steadman Clinic, pre-surgery. Sarah and Gronk now have something in common. Sarah may sign her golf shirt, and send it to the clinic for framing, to be hung in a conspicuous place.

The morning after surgery. Looking good!
Only days before, Sarah and I played our last round of golf for the year. On October 27, we checked out the course at River Valley Ranch, where our new home is being built.

Here’s Sarah, crushing it on the 14th hole. We thought we’d never play golf in anything but shorts and a short-sleeved shirt … but hey, we’re in Colorado now. That’s our house, in white, at the end of the fairway. It’s a good target off the tee, but un-reachable — unless you’re Justin Thomas.
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We’ve managed to ride the Harley a few times, and always, stop somewhere with a Mount Sopris view. The mountain is just a few feet shy of 13,000 feet — and very photogenic.

Back in September, before there was snow on the mountain.

In October, the mountain looks better with snow on it — and with Sarah in front of it.

A cool November afternoon.

The view from Aspen Glen.

Also from Aspen Glen. Love Sarah’s sunglasses. Walmart!
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Finally, a few wintry shots, then it’s time to get ready for Santa’s arrival in Carbondale.
Here’s one that has December written all over it:

Um, yes … looks like December, but it was actually early October in Aspen. That’s pretty much all the snow we’ve had; it’s probably the worst season for skiing in 40 years!

Christmas tree lighting in downtown Carbondale.

Merry Christmas, from the White House Pizza in Carbondale.
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Well that’s it. A rather unusual blog post, considering I’m a Harley travel blogger. Never thought I’d do a holiday letter online. Thank you, Al Gore, for making it possible.
Whatever.
Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night. Hope Santa is exceedingly good to you, unless of course, you’re one of my Jewish friends or family — in which case I hope Harry Hanukkah took good care of you earlier this month.
Look forward to seeing you in 2018, here in Carbondale, or wherever you may be.
Let’s ride. Vroom, vroom!
Gary
P.S. We woke up to a White Christmas! Every little child’s dream. Here’s the view from our patio at 7:45 on Christmas morning.

A White Christmas at 59 Primrose Road in Carbondale!




























































































































