Blog post by Jeri
I know I’m back in Colorado when I see a tumbleweed blowing across the highway in front of my car. Nothing screams "The West" with quite such cliche and hilarious clarity. One step further into the boondocks is Westcliffe: you can bet you're close when you see an entire “flock” of tumbleweeds go skittering across the road (my kingdom for video footage of that moment!).
I've called Colorado my home for many years. But it's only since finding Westcliffe that I've gained a new respect and love for mountain vistas and wild open spaces. So now I know I'm almost home when I come around the bend and see this glorious sight:
A scheduled vacation combined with a family emergency took me away from Westcliffe for nearly a month over the holidays. So I'm all the happier to see these vistas after weeks away, and to be reminded what an incredible blessing it is to call this place my home.
Cliff's Edge Inn, I'm home!