This weekend, Dad rode his bike to the top of multiple mountain passes and across a finish line. Mom and I are so proud of him.
Loveland Pass.
Vail Pass. (Mom drove us in the car to meet him and cheer him on.)
Finish Line.
We love our smelly bike riding dad.
This weekend we all went up to Copper and Vail.
First we waited at a finish line in Copper for Uncle Anders to ride past on his bike.
We clanged these bells at bikers as they finished. I don't know why.
It was exciting when we finally spotted Uncle Anders crossing the finish line.
He biked 78 miles, which is a lot. He let me sit on his bike, but probably only because he was sick of sitting on it.
Then we drove up to Vail to walk around.
Me, dad, Uncle Anders, Grandma, and Grampy! Just walking around Vail.
Mom told me that she and dad had their picture taken at this very spot while they were on their honeymoon.
We stopped for some play time in the water.
The water was quite chilly at first.
There is nothing as refreshing as wading in a mountain stream.
Well, okay, maybe this is just as refreshing as wading in a mountain stream.
On the way home we had dinner at the best pizza joint, ever. It was a perfect ending to a very long good day.
Beau Jo's Pizza. Apparently it is a mountain classic. As am I.