Mud season is a weird and special time for those of us who live in the mountains. Mopping up the paw prints that just won’t quit while wondering what can be done outside, I often am reminded of one of  my favorite e.e. cumming’s poems that worships the season of mud for it’s sloppy special-ness, a reminder that everything really does have a season and a reason for celebration. Whether you prefer taking your pups for a sticky hike on Emerald or going for a dip in the Old Town Hot Springs pool, your mud season will provide relaxation and rejuvenation after a winter full of bumps and double black diamonds.  May the balloon man in you savor sweet moments of juicy nothingness that have become a hallmark of that short span that connects the winter snowstorm with summer’s sweet sunshine. We at The Steamboat Dream hope you enjoy this poem as much as we do:

In Just-e.e.cummings
in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles          far          and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far          and             wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
balloonMan          whistles
If you are looking to settle down in Steamboat, a place where snow, sun and even mud all coalesce, call us at The Steamboat Dream TODAY. We love our town, and we are waiting to welcome you to splendor of the Yampa Valley.