Continuing to dig for the right spot to take Pigtails this summer.
My first puff of Colorado was in 1984, 8-years old tent camping with our family of five. I remember a windstorm licking the mountain, Mom and Dad stayed up a couple hours that night perched outside our tent, making sure the wind wouldn't buckle the poles or pluck the metal stakes.
I wanted to return and let my kid experience a terrifying windstorm by tent, so Pigtails, Curls and I headed west over the 4th of July in 2010. Thankful this adventure wasn't flushed down my daughter's memory bidet.
10 days and 2,000 miles, we lapped a fat loop around Colorado, drinking mountains, snow-fed aquifers and ice-cream cones.
Rocky Mountain National Park and a turbo-wagon scramble up Pikes Peak.
Olympic Training Center at Colorado Springs. It rained all day, but who cares, it's the freakin' Olympics.
A raisin-toe soak in a smelly-sulfur hot spring outside of Steamboat Springs.
Grabbed a styrofoam of leftover pizza one evening and headed to the local bandshell. By chance, the Air Force Academy was punching 4th of July tunes as fireworks cracked over Lake Dillon. What a nice surprise.
Boulder for a Celestial Seasonings tea factory tour. Then I embarrassed my kid by moonwalking the brick-strip of the city's outdoor mall.
Hiked Bear Lake, Pigtails squealed feeding chubby chipmunks by hand.
I ran a 10 mile tempo at 10,000 feet and flipped the finger at anorexic high elevation air.
Ski lift up, alpine slide down Breckenridge.
Tent-camped bear country at a remote 13,000 acre park.
Hoofed it by horse through Garden of the Gods.
Sampled a dozen natural mineral waters dripping from mountain wells at Manitou Springs. The taste ranged from iron rust to nose-tickle carbonation.
I was sad when it was time to go home.
|R.M. National Park|
|Pigtails spooked midway through Garden of the Gods when horsey slipped on rocks, she bawled the waning 45 minutes|
|sampling merchandise @ Breckenridge|
|everything else is boring after seeing this|
|girl needs to eat, that's one dinky 8-year-old|
|Alvin was a friendly pickpocket|
|outside of Boulder|
|bald cap in the cloud is Pikes Peak|
|peeking atop Pikes Peak, so long...|