Mom died, and the family funeral trip to Boulder, turned into a fine family reunion. It was the first time flying in years, masked and looking down on the cloud tops. We took the bus to Boulder, trying to find shots while moving. Kim's friend Martha graciously opened her house and shared her big black cat Romeo and garden - what a wonderful quiet retreat. We spent a bit of time at the Fraser Meadows apartment Wednesday morning, trying to sort out stuff, and then Kim and Alan shared one of their favorite Boulder restaurants, the Dashanbe Teahouse. A gift from the Tajikistan capital city of Dashanbe, it's a gem, and the food quite a treat! Thursday was quite a full day, with the funeral service at Mountain View Methodist church, with Pastor Rev. Stephanie Kidwell, speakers Sara Youngblood Jackiewicz, and Karen Flood and music by Katie and Tim Hughes. My Brother Andrew's son, Bern arrived just in time. There were a good crowd of "regulars", many with good stories, cookies and lemonade. Nice to see Akira, Amanda and Kim's family too. Some of us changed into casual clothes at the apartment and we headed up to the Boulder Chataqua Dining Hall for a wonderful casual lunch. It was fun to see everyone chatting and enjoying the fine food. After lunch we headed up to a small park in the hills above Boulder, where we meet up and scattered Betty's ashes. Nice to be outside before heading back to the apartment for a little more editing and sorting. Friday Lane arranged a tennis practice at a court above Chataqua, all fun, no pics, and then back to the apartment for more editing and sorting. Sara took us back to Martha's where we appreciated the calm of Martha's garden, and Kathleen picked raspberries. Martha who had been traveling and missed her mountain runs, graciously chauffeured us to the Flagstaff House Restaurant. Perched above Boulder at 6000', this was an amazing dining experience, with many little treats, delicious dishes, fine wine, impressive service and fun stories. Rodger can look like Hemingway telling stories! Saturday we went up to the cabin. Built in our teen years, it was a family project with many scrounged materials, and lots of memories and stories. My folks had been squirreling away, storing stuff up there for years. Alan and Kim packed up lots of hand tools for a youth camp, and I even tried on my dad's old pith helmet. I shot lots of little detail shots - likely won't be going back, and soon we were headed to the airport for the trip home. Wow what a trip - THANKS ALL!  I hope you enjoy these shared snapshots - these pics are good therapy for me. Thanks All!
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