CoLT review one

Well, I'm gonna start to break down my summmer & give you some great stories from time to time. I left for the great state of Colorado late in the month of May. I honestly was pretty scared to go. Saying goodbye to my best of friends that I've known for years, if only for a summer, was hard. But as I got into the car to head out my apprehensiveness turned to excitement. The ride out to Colorado was great. The people I rode with were hilarious and really got me prepared for a spectacular summer. We rode & rode & rode, stayed the night in Nebraska, then rode some more. When we got to Loveland, CO, things got really exciting. We drove through the Big Thompson canyon. It was spectacular & really whet my appetite for the mountains to come. When we got to the YMCA of the Rockies to the south you could see Long's Peak towering over the park, to the east is a range of mountains with ridiculously expensive houses lining it's slopes, to the west is Bible Point, a small short hike that offers an exciting view of the national park, and , I was definately taken aback by the beauty surrounding me everywhere. Lookininally to the north is the mountain lion laden Eagle Cliff & a few peaks of the Mummy Range.

I showed up to training for work the first full day there. It was definately interesting. There I was in a small room with 70 some new people that I've never met before. There were some very special and crazy people there. We got to learn some songs that I thought were ridiculous, but by the end of the summer I was loving them. We continued training for the first week & I got myself certified for CPR & Basic Wilderness First Aid. During that week I really got to start to know my co-workers. Norm was the senior citizen who came to the Y after retirement because he loved to work with children. Ross Ferraro was the other guy who I worked with who was in my age group. Kristen was the quiet girl who slowly blossomed into a loud exciting person by the end of the year. Lezlie was the girl from Texas who didn't get excited when any reference to the state was made. Julie was the Wisconsin girl who pronounced things like bag as "tage." Jenna was the girl from North Dakota with crazy pep and excitement for the coming year. Jackie was the crazy girl from Ohio who'd spent some time from every summer of her life for 14 some years at the YMCA. We were a ragtag group that meshed better than you could ever imagine.

Now, my computer decided to be dumb and shut down my web browser, so I'm sorry to say this, but I definately had more written, but what I have so far is all it recovered. So I suppose I'll finish some more later.