More synchronized river jumping
Thanks to Cinnamon for introducing us to this fantastic place to play. We came home very wet and happy with a bucket full of minnows.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
It's Not Broken
If Owen were not around, life would be a lot less exciting (and we'd have significantly more money in our HSA). If someone in our family is gonna get hurt, it's gonna be Owen. I feel his pain. I was the "Owen" in my family when I was growing up. He had his second set of x-rays of the summer on Sunday night after a 55 lb. weight fell on his left ring finger. The two of us spent a couple hours at the ER. While there we learned a lot about Tim Duncan - I read a Sports Illustrated to him to take his mind off of his throbbing finger and the 4-shots the doctor gave him. Then we enjoyed some licorice and pop out of the vending machine and watched the 2010 Rose Bowl while waiting for his antibiotics to arrive.
If you have a weak stomache, I don't recommend looking at the following two pictures.
July 4 in Fremont
The pool provided hours and hours of entertainment.
Lewis and Shaan playing with the glow-in-the-dark hex bug.
Blowing stuff up.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Colorado - Post #7 - More Crested Butte
We were at the peak of the mountain in the background. The suburban in the foreground is what brought us down the mountain.
The kids waiting to be "rescued" from the mountain.
Seven kids watching a movie on an ipod.
Colorado - Post #6 - Mt. Crested Butte Hike
We were able to take a ski - lift partway up Mt. Crested Butte and then hike for about 1 1/2 hrs to get to the top of the mountain. It was by far my favorite part of the trip and is exactly what I envisioned Colorado to be like. Gorgeous! Carter and Owen had no trouble getting to the top and Lewis did a pretty good job too.
It hailed on us partway up the mountain, so we hid under this rock. Love Carter's fake scared expression :)
Almost to the top.
Heading back down. Look at the storm clouds coming in. Those clouds produced lightning which closed the ski-lift right when we arrived at it, which forced us to hang out in a little rescue building on the mountain and wait more than an hour for some guy in a suburban to come get us and drive us down the mountain on the bumpiest road I've ever been on in my life. After 1/2 hour in that vehicle I think my internal organs were all out of place. It was a fitting end to a trip in which nothing went according to plan.
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