Fall in the mountains

I am writing this from a hotel in the mountains, where I will be working for the day while Torsten attends a work conference. And you guys, in the mountains? It is FALL. Denver's been having record highs all month, but here, the high is 70 and the low is 40. The aspens are changing color and I just opened the balcony door to get some fresh air in here, and now I'm shivering and have to close it again.

FALL. It is GLORIOUS. I even thought to pack a couple of my new maternity sweaters, which I haven't even had a chance to wear yet. UNTIL TODAY.

Also, this trip is vaguely like a vacation. I mean, we're both working, and also we'll hardly see each other during the day as a result, but we're in the mountains, and the weather is vacationlike, and somebody else cleans up after us, and, well, we haven't actually been able to afford a vacation since Torsten quit his job, so this is as close as it's going to get, at least for now, and I will take it. HEAVENLY. The cool air alone is enough for me at this point. Especially since the AC is still broken in our car.

And, it only took us an hour and a half to get here. At rush hour. I'm still not sure I can really believe how close we live to such gorgeous places. We haven't been out to explore anywhere yet (see above re: work), but the view from our balcony alone is stunning:


Oh and also, here's my 24-week photo, as promised. Smile and everything!