I got back from Mayberry early this afternoon, following a whirlwind trip down for my great niece's baptism. It was a great trip despite the brevity; I got to spend a little time with Mom, and my cousin, Zach, who was doing the honors as Godfather. Zach lives in Denver and I don't get to see him as often as I would like, so it was nice catching up.
I'll post more about the baptism itself tomorrow, but, for today, I'll leave you with some pictures of the amazing wildflowers that are growing on the road between Mayberry and Petticoat Junction. The late spring snow pack is starting to melt and the runoff has created ideal conditions for both the flowers and rock slides; flowers I can deal with, rock slides, not so much. Luckily, Boomer and I didn't encounter any slides, just blossoms, lots and lots of blossoms.