Every other Tuesday I have an 8:00am meeting in Denver.  I leave my house between 6:00am and 6:30am depending on weather.  It’s starting to get light as I drive.  Often when I am approaching the Town of Fraser, the whole town is down in a hole under a heavy low cloud.  I can see the mountains beyond Fraser poking up over this cloud.  It is a beautiful and ominous sight.  I love when the clouds are lower than the mountain tops or when the clouds are lower than I am.  No matter how many times I see this phenomena, it still tickles me.  This morning on my drive in, not only was the low cloud hanging around Fraser, but there were ribbons of clouds coming off this and winding their way through the mountains.  The ribbons were stacked on top of each other like stripes.  They meandered through the high valleys.  As I drove over Berthoud Pass, I meandered in and out of the cloud ribbons.  Sometimes the road seemed to hang in mid-air, sometimes sections of the mountain seemed to hang in mid-air and sometimes everything was shrouded in mist as I was in the cloud.  The clouds were gone as soon as I came down the other side of the pass.  If I have to get up early, at least this morning I got to enjoy this beautiful art mother nature created for me.

The Fraser Cloud