Uncer Andy came up for dinner this weekend. He brought these things he called explosives, even though Mom called them small harmless fireworks. Either way, these little white paper things pop very loudly when you throw them on the ground or stomp on them.
Uncer Andy is the best.
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.
Does any of this make you nervous?
Don’t worry, it isn’t all as dangerous as it seems. As much as I love high adventures and climbing anything vertical, I do actually have some sense of safety.
Dad and Uncle Anders were on belay for me.
So now you know the truth.
But still, I make this look good.
Rocky Mountain National Park is aptly named.
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.
My Uncle Anders calls this the best pacifier ever. There is not much more to say about that.