I’m peeking back in to make sure we haven’t left anyone behind. What are you still doing here? You didn‘t believe me, did you?
Don’t you feel lonely? We’re all over at the new place sipping soda and chatting.
We won’t put you to sleep. Won’t you join us?
Sitting here in the dark all by yourself, you’re liable to grow fungus on your feet.
That’s right, you’ve got it now. See you there!
]]>A word of warning that the new place is, well, new. It still needs some cleaning up and rearranging, some prettifying really but I promise to not make you do any work, I’ll just dust around you. It won’t be long until you wanna take your shoes off, grab a soda and relax there. Heck you can come in your jammies if you like. I don’t mind at all. Maybe we can have a pillow fight! Woo hoo!
Turtles are pretty common along Missouri roads and we happened upon this guy on a dead end road so I was able to take a few moments to admire him. I don’t know if you can tell, but he’s pretty good size.
When I moved that rock from in front of him he decided to retreat and peek.
{Snake alert for Aims}
We decided to try to find a cache at Jolly Mill but as we crossed the bridge (the bridge we were on is the third photo from the top) we saw this swimming in the water below.
This water moccasin (western cottonmouth) was no baby either, he was big, and he wasn’t alone, we counted three of them.
See the fish below him? How cool.
That is one huge crawdad!
There were some nests on the bottom side of the bridge, and hanging out of one was. . .a snake skin! EEEK! I’m outta here!
Btw: we did NOT go after the cache.
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This was a view from a cemetery in Texas and I couldn’t help but think of Jenni in Kansas when I saw it.
We stopped at a cemetery near the highway in Oklahoma, somewhere after I poked fun at the naming of the Washita River (I kid you not). I kept singing WY! Sheet a River, I’m a dork that way. But back to the point, this cemetery was inundated (they nest in colonies) with Great-tailed Grackles.
Huge, happy, hungry (apparently) Grackles. And these photos are of various ones and pairs, not the same one over and over.
So many of the mama Grackles had bugs in their mouths, I am assuming for babies and the daddies were telling us to get the heck away from their trees, where I assume the nests were.
I hope you all have a happy wonderful fourth!
We did a small amount of fireworks with our kids. (Haden wrote his name in the air - kinda)
I held the sweet, tired, Tristan throughout the show and we enjoyed a few sparklers of our own.
We were doing swell.
And then someone got hurt. A spark jumped off of the sparkler onto Tristan’s arm (see it hit there in the crease of his elbow? Dennis snapped the photo at just the right moment.). I brushed it away as he hollered and I ripped that sparkler out of his hand and threw it on the ground. His mom, daddy and I doctored him up and he’s fine, it didn’t blister but poor baby.
All the photos in this post were taken by my hubby as I was busy with the grandbaby.
Have a happy and safe holiday!
]]>A word of warning that the new place is, well, new. It still needs some cleaning up and rearranging, some prettifying really but I promise to not make you do any work, I’ll just dust around you. It won’t be long until you wanna take your shoes off, grab a soda and relax there. Heck you can come in your jammies if you like. I don’t mind at all. Maybe we can have a pillow fight! Woo hoo!
I was able to park and just walk in a small area near the car in clear terrain (keeping watch for snakes) and see all of these birds. There were also a few who avoided me a little better, sorry for that.
A few Bullock’s Orioles.
A couple of little woodpeckers.
(This one cracked me up, as he peeked around making sure the coast was clear for him to lunch on the “no picnicking sign”.)
A cute little Lark Sparrow perched on a rock.
A few Finches, I kept scaring the poor female off her nest. She built under a picnic shelter and each time I passed under the shelter she scared me as much as I scared her.
But my prize of the day was the privilege of seeing, in real life, with my own two eyes, a Painted Bunting. I had only seen this bird in my bird book and thought it would be cool to see one but I feel especially special that one happened to be at the canyon during the the short time I was there watching.
So bright and colorful, people often mistake the Painted Bunting for an escaped pet tropical bird.
He wouldn’t let me get any closer but I hope you can see how beautiful he is. I soaked up his song while my men waited for me at the car.
Identification An adult male Painted Bunting is arguably the most distinctive songbird in North America, with the combination of a deep blue head, red underparts, a green back, and a red rump. While not as brightly colored as males, female Painted Buntings are also distinctive. The female has an overall greenish plumage which is more darkly colored above than below. ~quoted from Audubon (They left off the red eye ring mentioned on other sites.)
Isn’t he beautiful?! I got too close apparently and off he flew. I enjoyed my time in his presence and hope you have too.
As we drove out of the park Dennis pulled off to the side and I shot this bird from the car. I’m pretty sure it’s a Western Kingbird.
A little further down the road we scared few vultures off from their meal but one paused long enough for a shot.
A word of warning that the new place is, well, new. It still needs some cleaning up and rearranging, some prettifying really but I promise to not make you do any work, I’ll just dust around you. It won’t be long until you wanna take your shoes off, grab a soda and relax there. Heck you can come in your jammies if you like. I don’t mind at all. Maybe we can have a pillow fight! Woo hoo!
Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon of Texas? After playing at the Cadillac Ranch for a while we headed south of Amarillo to Palo Duro Canyon State Park.
The Canyon is 120 miles long, as much as 20 miles wide, and has a maximum depth of more than 800 feet. Its elevation at the rim is 3,500 feet above sea level. It is often claimed that Palo Duro Canyon is the second largest canyon in the United States. The largest, the Grand Canyon, is 277 miles long, 18 miles wide, and 6,000 ft. deep. ~quoted from Palo Duro Canyon dot com.
Although this was my second time there, the funny thing is I really haven’t taken any photos of the canyon. The first time we were there we biked like crazy, wiping out, brushing ourselves off and biking some more. This time the guys hiked to a cave to explore a bit and I guarded the car (not really) and snapped photos of flowers and birds. I’ll show you some of the cool flowers I saw today then we’ll do the birds tomorrow. If you want to see the canyon I’m afraid you’ll have to click the link up there.
Texas Route 66 themed rest area.
Taken with the point and shoot as I was too pooped to carry the big ‘un.
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Gangly Group of Giggling Girls
Gawky Garrulous Goons Gathering
Gripping
Gracefully Gliding
Ghostly Great Blue Herons’ Giant nests.
Group of Great Blue Herons (yeah, I almost saved them for H)
Guess what! They have babies, too bad they aren’t called Goslings.
Gray or Grey
I almost forgot my sweet Giraffe.
Expectant Flower
Eager Ellie Eyeing the Ever Empty Feeder
Eloquent Elephant Escapee
Friendly Eagles Flying
Fancy Flutterby with Emerging blooms
Fascinating, Frilly Fungus
Freakishly Fast Feet and broom Fringe
Fuzzy Friend
Fabulously Fun!
Fair-haired Fellow Found a Floating Fish in his First Frog pool.
Falling Expert
Fake Falling. He’s Fine.
I almost Forgot to share my Fossils. We collected these in Iowa last December.
First, I have to thank you for letting me hi-jack Fun Monday for a week! Thanx Guys! Then I need to thank AFF for inspiring such a fun topic. Thanx Girl!
So, I asked you guys to tattle on yourselves.
A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more.
I ran around all week asking my family what I do that is weird. Might I suggest never doing that? Boy did they come up with a list! I don’t think I’ll share them all. But here a few from their list.
Ok, I had to add one more, it’s a good one, When I ask a question I always ask two questions. And the questions would have opposite answers if the person answered both. For instance, “Do you want to read a book? Or do you want to watch tv?” or “Should we go to the store? Should we stay home? Or I know we can go to the movie. Do you want to go to the movie? You’re probably too tired aren’t you?” or “I’m getting hungry, are you hungry? Oh no, you just ate an hour ago so you probably aren’t hungry. Are you?” I mostly do this with my husband and while writing it down it dawned on me that maybe I’m just carrying the conversation.
I think that’s enough quirkiness from me for one day. Run over and see how quirky our fellow bloggers are. Other people fessing up today are:
Now wait a minute, this can’t be, a post without photos?! No way. I had to edit and add a few.
My son’s quirk is washing off his rock collection.
Hope you’re keeping cool!
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We only cut across the northeast corner of New Mexico and after the little stop at the Volcano we made it quickly to Texas.
Doing some geocaching along our way, we discovered this neat cemetery just outside the Texas Boys’ Ranch.
This is a grave in the nearby pet cemetery. Notice the tennis ball on top of the cross.
We spent the night in Amarillo and bright and early the next day we went to the Cadillac Ranch. Although we had driven by the Caddies many times over the years, we had never stopped and walked up before.
Due to the fact it was raining I left the big cameras in the car, so all these shots were taken with the point and shoot.
You are encouraged to leave your mark on the cars. So while I walked around snapping a few photos, Haden shook the paint cans lying around trying to find some paint.
Looks like someone spent some time there.
There’s a virtual cache there and Haden found some paint so the guys painted our handles on the car with the tires that don’t turn. Check - another cache found by bandits and Lil’ Banditto.
And Haden made his own mark. Proof we were there. But the funny thing is, our marks are most likely already painted over.
]]>Then there are those times that you just aren’t sure. They might be ok, but you might end up disliking them. So maybe you give them a chance, check them out a bit and maybe in the end they let you down or you become best friends.
That indecision is what I faced when I met with the new oncologist and his staff this past week. I just don’t know. A part of me wants to grab all my paperwork and keep searching and a part of me wants to wait and see what happens.
I did go ahead and let them schedule my tests that are overdue. So I’ll be going back on July 11th. I still wonder if that was the right decision.
The things that have me wondering if this is the place for me are:
1. They pulled up the national standards for my stage of cancer and that is what they will go by. This means no PET scans unless a CT scan shows an issue. CT scans are cheaper they say. Both of my previous oncologists used PET/CT scans and I fear something may be missed this way. These scans are the only thing that give me piece of mind because my tumor never showed up on a CT scan, nor in my bloodwork. National standards are fine but I would think that oncologists would make decisions on a case by case basis.
2. They fuh-reaked out when they found out my port hadn’t been flushed since January. They wanted to do it right away but couldn’t get approval. So now they think we’ll just see how the tests go then take it out. The taking it out is ok with me if my tests are ok, so this isn’t 100% bad. Just weird that they didn’t want to touch it now.
3. They don’t know if they can remove the port. They say that often their surgeons don’t want to remove a port placed by someone else.
These three things make me feel that they are worried about covering their own butts instead of taking care of mine.
4. They requested that I bring all my records with me yet they didn’t take the time to review them. They got “overwhelmed” by all the paperwork and simply talked to me, then requested more paperwork even though the info they wanted was already included in what I had given them.
5. Part of a normal oncologist visit is that they feel my neck, under my arms, stomach, groin, feeling the lymph nodes and check the ankles for swelling. This was done so quickly that I didn’t feel it was thorough. They did however ask if the node that was biopsied in August could be felt and I told them no, it was too deep and was only seen by the PET because it had uptake. So I’m not so sure the feeling the nodes thing matters on me.
6. They would not help me with my weight issues. They are happy I have a few extra pounds and were very adamant about it. Maybe a regular doctor will help me with that? I just feel like I’m cheating when I have more than one doctor.
There were some good things:
1. They will load all my previous PET/CT scans into their system and give me the cds back. This will make it much easier for me to change doctors in the future.
2. When I told them that my bloodwork, specifically the CEA (cancer marker, there‘s more info here) was always good, even when my cancer was so severe they replied with “Oh, you’re one of those people.” Which leads me to believe they are familiar with people like me. But also furthers my belief that other tests are needed. My CEA levels were never elevated and believe me I had a lot of bloodwork before my diagnosis, I was continually told, “Your blood looks good, your urine looks good, go home”. Normal CEA levels are less than 2.5, the highest mine has ever been was 1.8 and that was while I was on chemo, at tumor time it was .7
3. They see no reason I can’t start taking hormones again which should help with some of my issues. They do advise getting a gynecologist and I’m cool with that. The only reason I don’t have a regular doctor now is because the one I had never wanted to do anything. She always asked, “What did the oncologist say?” So I didn’t see the point in seeing her. Like my husband said though, it felt like once I was diagnosed with cancer she didn’t want to touch me. So, I will find me a regular doctor of gynecologist to take care of my bone density scans (I have osteopenia) and mammograms. Things my previous oncologist took care of as well.
4. They told me of a study conducted which showed that taking an aspirin a day helped colon cancer survivors have less recurrences. The problem is they didn’t think a specific amount was mentioned, so I have no clue how much to take but I will take one 81mg pill a day, it can’t hurt.
After writing all this down I am wondering why I am even going back. Who knows, maybe I won’t. You can bet I will be doing some more research. I am wondering if I could call a place and find out what their typical follow-up procedures are for my stage of cancer before ever walking through their door.
So, I am still frustrated. Maybe it’s time to drag my cancer books back out and study up again. Honestly, it seems like oncologists prefer little old people who just do what they’re told. They aren’t very fond of well educated people asking questions and seeking results.
These are my favorite cancer books. I think I have one or two more around somewhere but maybe I just checked more out of the library. I know right after diagnosis I checked a huge mound out from the library.
But anyway, the huge one, Cancer Survival Guide: Everything you must know and where to go for state-of-the-art treatment of the most common forms of cancer, describes each cancer and the warnings signs, gives advice on how to pick a doctor and places to find support, but the big reason I liked it is that it also tells you what to expect from chemo. So if I had a symptom I could refer to the chemotherapy area, scroll around and know that it was a side effect of chemo or something to be worried about.
The smaller book, There’s No Place Like Hope: A Guide to Beating Cancer in Mind-sized Bites, is full of little tidbits to help get through the day. From diagnosis to everyday life to children and insurance there’s a section for all you will encounter along the way. I found a bookmark left from those days of chemo so I picked one quote from those pages to share with you.
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After visiting the Sand Dunes we made our way to the Capulin Volcano in New Mexico. We stopped along the way to do a few caches and I found a little critter.
He enjoyed his sunning rock and enjoyed watching him.
It really is neat finding a splash of growing color amongst the rock and the sand and barrenness.
We made it to the Capulin Volcano National Monument and my guys walked the rim, a mile long trail. I walked a portion of it, then went back to the bottom to wait. It stands about 1000’ above the surrounding landscape, with the mouth/crater being 400’ deep. It is really an awesome place and you can see for miles when you stand on the rim.
The mouth/center is concave (it’s an example of an extinct cinder cone volcano) and it acts as a huge megaphone. So you can be down in the bottom, or anywhere along the rim and easily hear what someone else says. Remember that if you ever visit. I really enjoyed just sitting there, in peace, cool breeze blowing and voices drifting from a half mile away.
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As we exited the park and continued down that long road, we came upon the neatest sight. We all yelled, “Was that an owl? I think that was an owl.” And Dennis quickly did a Uie and back we went.
As we pulled into the turn off the owl looked around. But he seemed ok with me shooting out the window.
Isn’t he the cutest little guy?!
He stood up, proud and tall.
Then he hunched down in a great diving pose, momentarily.
And the next snap was only feet.
We saw him land on the ground near the road and we quickly drove over. He watched us pull up alongside where he landed, only his head showing and we were puzzled. He was in a hole? How odd for an owl to be in a . . . oops, he’s gone, being the curious soul that I am, I cautiously got out and walked up to his hole. I peeked down into the ground but only saw. . .
I never knew that an owl would live in the ground but after a little research I now know he was a burrowing owl, a small ground-dwelling raptor and they are declining. He’s listed as threatened in Colorado.
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A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more.
Let me know in the comments that you want to play and I’ll hook you up. Also, leave a note if you’re interested in hosting the next FM.
Hey you, yeah you, you can play too, we always love to have new players. Come on, we’re a friendly group, don’t be shy.
I totally just noticed that the tree on the right looks like it has a huge mouth open ready to eat those deer. Look out deer! Run for your lives! You totally see it too, don’t you?
Due to the change in plans, aka skipping the Royal Gorge, we had some time to do something else, now what would that be? As we sat around the campfire the night before we noticed that the Great Sand Dunes National Park was only about a mile away, or 100 miles as the car drives - ok, I exaggerate. But hey, why not. Sand dunes, here we come.
Don’t let those mountains fool you, those dunes are huge. In fact, they are the tallest dunes in North America. You can hike all over the dunes; all 30 square miles of them. There aren’t trails, you just take off wherever you wish. And I thought it was really cool that they even have a couple of wheelchairs you can borrow that have huge wheels and go in the sand.
To get to the dunes you have to wade across Medano Creek. It’s not deep but nice and cool, relaxing. There are even little rippling waves that splash over your toes, they call this phenomenon “Surge Flow” (and yes I totally took that from the visitor’s guide).
Dennis and Haden decided to hike up the dunes, I decided to keep my feet cool in the creek and look for birds. But, I took this little point and shoot back to the car and pulled out the big guns (aka huge honking lens).
Immediately, this little sparrow posed for me.
He was just so cute I kept snapping. But finally I moved along.
I know these last two pictures aren’t the best but I’m hoping someone can tell me what kind of bird that is. He was bigger than the sparrow, mostly gray, with a little reddish/brown top fluff. Looked like his wings and tail were kind of a yellowy olive green?
This is the back of one of those red eyed birds I showed you a few days ago. There seemed to be as many of them as there were magpies.
Speaking of Magpies, look who’s coming.
I guess he needed to cool his feet too.
Crocs even work at the dunes. Ahhhh, refreshingly cool water. (Dennis took this one, he came back early from their hike and together we waited in the water for Haden.)
Then he was off in a flash.
Just in time for one tired Haden to return. He made it about halfway up the dunes and headed back. He said for every little bit you go up you have to go back down before you can go up again, like rolling waves, and he got pretty hot up there. The tallest dune is 650’ high.
]]>So the clothes that I don’t feel ready to part with belong to my grandson and he has long outgrown them. His mom has given me bags and bags of clothes to put on eBay, have a rummage sale or something with, but I’m having a hard time parting with all of them. She doesn’t want the new baby (due Dec 24th) to wear the same things since we take so many photos of Tristan. She’s afraid the baby, when he/she got older, would feel bad if they both had the same clothes in photos. Who knows, maybe I’ll pull my favorite outfits out to just let the baby wear on days I don’t take photos. Shhh, don’t tell him/her.
Tristan’s 5 weeks old here. This is one of the first outfits we found for our first grandchild before he was even born. It’s a sweet little corduroy jumper with a little mouse on the front and little mouse lining, so soft. And when we found that bright striped shirt we thought it was a perfect set. We did a lot of shopping for him in outlet malls but I think we probably spent the most on this outfit as we bought it at a very nice kids’ store in the Mall of America.
And who wouldn’t love the little ducky sleeper?
This little blanket sleeper was so soft it felt like he was snuggled in a cloud.
He’s not even a month old here. And I love the hat, it sits in his toy drawer and I can’t wait to another baby around to stick it on. The outfit he’s wearing is a fleece two-piece, the pants were striped with feet in them. The hippo’s mouth opens and we bought a bright orange one with some other animal on it too.
This one, although you can’t see it in the photo, has a moose on it and is soft fleece.
I have to say that I’m so happy that Chris keeps the current host of Fun Monday on her sidebar. I can’t tell you how many times I have had to peek over there to keep myself on track. And I almost forgot, Robin composed a list of all the topics we've covered so we can refer to it when we're hosting and the history of Fun Mondays for anyone interested in joining in. Thanx Chris & Robin!
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We had plans of staying near the Nekked Lizards and getting to meet them on this night, but after our long travels and all the sightseeing from Denver to Colorado Springs, and the atlas not being 100% correct (imagine that) we ended up way south of them. So we missed our opportunity to see the Royal Gorge. Dennis and I have seen it but Haden hasn’t and we planned on taking him. And those 50-60 miles may not sound like much but trust me on a several thousand mile trip, they feel like a lot. So while we missed the Royal Gorge and some Awesome Lizard hospitality we did see Bishop’s Castle.
We were surprised to find that Bishop Castle was even in our GPS. We had no clue it existed until we stumbled upon it. And it was really cool, but getting onto dusk and me being tired I was too lazy to go back to the car for the proper lens and never got a full shot. So you get to deal with my pieces of it.
This 160’ tall castle has been, and is being, built by one man, Jim Bishop, since 1969. While we were there he was working on the dungeon, which by the drawing we saw, looks like it’s under the wall. The wall will encompass the property and have a walkway on top with towers in the corners.
That’s my little monkey at the top.
Not my monkey here. You can kinda make out the dragon’s head at the peak on the left.
I did find a YouTube video if you’d like to see more of the castle
And finally we made it to camp. We camped in San Isabel about 10,000’ up on the mountains and froze our fricking butts off. To say we got any rest is an overstatement. We had on three layers of clothes, including hoodies with the hoods up, several blankets and yeah, not one wink of sleep. But we managed to get the tents up next to the river before dark and enjoy a campfire before we attempted sleep. Needless to say, we were up and on the road early the next day.
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After Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs we made our way over to the Manitou Cliff Dwellings. These were built by the Anasazi, at the foot of Pikes Peak. You’re free to go in, touch and explore, which we did.
And after exploring we were fortunate to be there at the right time to watch some Indian dances performed by three generations of Indians. We better hurry, they drums are sounding.
Don’t you love the bright colors?!
Father and son twirled and stomped for our pleasure.
Feet pounding to the drum beat.
I don’t remember what this dance was called but he explained that during the dance his shadow was supposed to resemble an eagle hunting. Very cool!
It was imperative that the children living on these cliffs be taught balance and coordination so they were given hoops to train with. Notice all the hoops are piled together at the beginning.
As the boy danced and spun, very quickly I might add, the hoops were in constant motion.
Over the arms and across the back, but he didn’t stop there.
He stomped and jumped until the hoops were around his legs. (Grandpa looks a little nervous in the background.)
He needed a break after he was done. Not sure why. But we were off and on the road again.
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While climbing around Haden found a friend and I found a few too, but don’t ask me what kind they are.
I thought maybe this was Towhee, but the red eye throws me. After looking him up I found out that he is a Spotted Towhee.
Reminded me of a bluebird but it had no brownish/orange breast, just white. I did see aa eastern bluebird in the same area.
While watching the rock climbers this little house wren (at least that’s what I think it was) came and perched on a post.
Black-headed Grosbeak.
There were a lot of these tiny flutters around. Not sure what they were but not much bigger than a hummingbird and very quick. I didn't research long but the closest thing I saw in my bird book was maybe the Black-tailed Gnatcatcher?
Doesn’t she look like royalty?
This little fellow plopped right down in front in of me. I think he's a Red-backed Junco.
Then he flew above and serenaded me.
If you traveled with my fellows you would be as amazed as I am that I got any birds. So while these aren’t as nice as I’d like at least I got a few and I think I could figure out what they are if I went to look them up. Most of these are birds we don't have in Wisconsin and since being home I haven't seen many birds in my yard at all so I'm glad I got these and a few other new ones while traveling.
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I saw this over at Marmite and Tea and thought it looked like a lot of fun. I copied in my last 10 or 11 posts out of curiosity, and viola. I don’t know much. If you want to see which words you use the most go see Wordle.
Wow that's a little thumbnail, let's see if I can. . .
Yay, I did it!
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Next stop on our vacation route was Garden of the Gods. It’s really a magnificent place and we could have spent a lot more time there but we had other places we wanted to see.
There were some rock climbers on the day we were there. And it was pretty cool to watch them scaling up.
Such a magnificent view, with the mountains behind.
We had walkie talkies with us so we let Haden go off by himself for a bit, he was dying to climb a little and I wanted to look for birds. He was unaware that we could see him at this point.
But we called to him and snapped a photo for his grandparents. My little Mountain Goat. Although, at 16 he doesn’t like to be called little.
He’s a pretty good climber. But I did remind him that he doesn’t have insurance so don’t break anything.
He had great time wondering around, didn’t break anything and did wear off some of that been-in-the-car-too-long energy.
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Near Winter Park, Colorado.
UPDATE: This photo was not photoshopped, I saw several of these coming into Winter Park, along the main road. It does look like the hoop is a sticker of some sort.
Hey, today is the 50th Anniversary of the hula hoop!
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