My family knows how to adventure, and I don’t meant merely trail rides and mountain lakes. This photo memorializes a day of tram rides through the sky, picnics in the rain, hand feeding chipmunks, hiking and rock climbing. It was fantastic.
Our family gained one small fluffy chipmunk on this adventure. Little guy knows this is a family to hang out with.
Grandma likes horses. So we all took her on a trail ride.
Dad, me, bored horse, grandma.
And by “we all” I mean these people.
Auntie Gwendie, me/dad, Grampy, Grandma, mom, Uncle Anders
And by “took her” I mean Grandma showed everyone what a horse woman she is while everyone just tried to keep their horses on the trail.
….oh… but actually, I have to admit… this is what my trail ride looked like.
Mud, rocks, mountain lake, perfection.
Maybe someday I will be the horse woman Grandma is, but for now I’m still a bit too small, and mom couldn’t go because of the “Little Bother Situation”, and dad just wanted to throw rocks in the lake with me.
But, it was still a great familyventure.
Mountain Lakes are not only cold, pristine and beautiful, they are also wonderful places to bond with your family.
All that snow melts off the mountains into the lake. That is why it is so cold. And so very cool.
You can swim in the lake with your dog.
It is not fair. He has a fur bathing suit on.
You can climb on a rock with your dad.
He rescued me onto his rock island.
Or you can pose on a bridge with your mom.
Warm snuggles after a cold swim.
Mountain Lakes are a great weekend excursion. Get thyself to one pronto.
Guess what we were doing when we took these pictures.
Yup. Hiking.
And, well, also sitting in the middle of the trail.
Just because.
I love when we leave our mountains for a little break and go to the mountains. Last weekend we did a few new and different mountain things.
I learned the basics of fishing.
And we went over Rabbit Pass (I love that name) to a town named Steamboat. It has waterfalls, cowboy stores and a ski resort without snow.
I love the high country, even without the sparkly snow!
There are many different playgrounds.
Some have tractors.
Some have spaceships and rockets.
Some even have dinosaurs.
Sometimes there are lookout windows.
But the best part of all playgrounds is the swing. I love the swing.
Push me again, mom.
This last weekend we visited mom’s friend Aunt L. We flew on a plane, then we roadtripped to the ocean, and it was super fun!
The first stop we made was to a coffee shop owned by a friend of theirs.
Then we spent a very very very long time in the car.
This long time in the car was puncuated by sweet treat stops…
And phone calls from Dad.
But the reward for all my patience was the beach!
We all enjoyed the warm water and sand.
We also saw a bunch of animals, like turtles and snakes!!!
Some turtles live in yards.
And some turtles live in water.
And some turtles are sick and are getting better at the turtle hospital.
And snakes are not soft like Twizzle.
Mom and Aunt L enjoyed some nasty oysters. I ate the crackers.
Then there were a few old fountains in old cities,
A few more calls to dad,
Then we said goodbye to Aunt L and took a plane home.
Miss you already Aunt L!!! Thanks for such a fun weekend!
A couple Sundays ago was Mother’s Day. I’ve only experienced one other one, and from that experience I assumed it was supposed to be a sunny spring day where mom sleeps in and gets breakfast in bed. This year was a completely opposite sort of day.
We woke up early and drove for hours so mom could play the oboe, and it was really cold and rainy and snowy! Then we went to eat something called brunch at a very old beautiful hotel.
While we were waiting for our table I splashed in puddles, which amused and annoyed mom.
Then we walked around a big pond at the hotel, and I found mom a bouquet of flowers but she didn’t let me pick them.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom! It was a special day full of memories and good food, and delightful puddles and snowflakes.
Happy Easter!
I hope you put on your Easter Dress.
I hope you gathered with your family.
And I hope you had a picnic in the park.
But most of all, I hope you took a moment to think about what it means when someone says “He is Risen!”
“He is risen indeed!”
In between Good Friday and Easter is a day known as Easter Eve.
Mom and Dad took me to someone’s house with a huge yard. This person must be really messy because they had plastic eggs of all sizes strewn around and they wanted all the kids to help pick them up.
I was glad my basket was so small because then I only had to get a few eggs, most of which I took from other kids.
I thought it was all kind of odd until mom told me to open one of the eggs.
Then it all became clear. The homeowner isn’t messy, they just have a giant magic plastic chicken that lays eggs filled with toys!!! I can’t wait to clean up after it next Easter Eve!!!
Happy Easter!