I took Thursday morning off work and drove up to Flagstaff Mountain in Boulder to do some bouldering. I pretty much had the park to myself, so I wasn’t ashamed trying to take these two self-timed photos of myself. I thought the top one was going to come out a lot better than it did.
This is Murphy, the Great Pyrenees that hangs out at La Gardenia, a new art gallery/organic bistro on 8th Avenue and Santa Fe. We met him during the First Friday Art Walk on Friday night.
Nick and I rolled the dice on the weather Saturday. Since it was snowing/raining in Denver, we drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park and snowshoed up Flattop Mountain. We spent the first mile or so inside a cloud, but when we got above it, we were able to get both sunburned and windburned. It only kind of sucked. The view was great, though. The top shot is of Otis Ridge, I believe. 
Here’s Nick looking into the gorge between Hallett Peak and Flattop Mountain.
The Salvagetti Breakfast Ride wasn’t much on Sunday, with a couple inches of snow on the roads, and Easter. Scott, Maynard, Jen, Myra and I got some coffee and bagels and blew the entire morning at Metropolis. 
