Please pick yourself up off the floor now. I know it comes as a shock but it will wear off in a minute or two.A few weekends back we traveled to the far reaches of Colorado. Where there is no Walmart, no 24 hour fast food, no 24 hour grocery store, no 24 hour anything. We trekked through the mountains, battling miles of steep roads in our horse powered vehicle with air conditioning. Such torturous conditions, I'm surprised we made it. We weathered the tumultuous sprinkling rain. And finally after what seemed like days but was really only 3 hours we arrived. Where is this barren wasteland you might ask, Fairplay.
We went and spent some quality time with Kevin's sister, Jenny. She put up with the kids beautifully, I might add. She took us to Breckenridge, or as the local fare call it "Breck".
The kids were able to feed the fish.
I was feeling very self-portraity that day. Self-portraity? Self-portraital? Self-portraitesq? Whatever.
I bet you didn't know my hooligans were world class skiers. They're so good they can ski in the off season! Look at that form!
They're cuttin that powder up. I have no idea what I'm talking about but that sounded good.
They thoroughly enjoyed dipping their tootsies in the river.
This was the view from Jenny's back porch.
I even had time to get some practice in. I love wild flowers. Growing without a care, this beautiful little piece of nature that just pops up out of nowhere and takes care of its self. I think that's my favorite part of wild flowers, the self sufficient nature of them.
