Sunday-July 1st
Don't you love how days of the week suddenly loose their meaning when you're on vacation? It really takes a while to work out what day of the week it is, and then what's the point anyway...to work out how many days it is until you have to know what day of the week you're on?
So it's official, I fall in love easily. I'm head over heels in love with Colorado. Wake up, open the window, and what's that a mountain? Pure serenity.
Having hauled the bikes all the way from TX the only logical thing to do was go out for an early morning ride to discover Silverthorne. As i was about to sneak out, Daddy woke up and decided to join me. Me on my shiny new bike (some good things came out of the accident) and Daddy on my first "grownup" bike that I got when I was 13. So off we went, one of us creaking a bit more than the other. We made it to the top of the Dillon damn wall and rode along the paved path overlooking a smooth lake with rough mountains providing the background.
Once Laura was up we took her off for a MacDonald's breakfast. My first idea with the early morning bike ride was to find a little bakery and surprise everyone with fancy pasteries...oh well. One call to Mommy put us on what would be a more appropriate track, the quest for a MacDonald's breakfast burrito. Once satisfied with savories we took Laura off to look for the little town of Keeney and a break overlooking another lake. We found a bush to provide some shade and watched everyone zipping about on their motorboats.
After lunch, Daddy let me pick a hike so up to the Continental Divide we went. The drive was terrifying for someone who hates heights and more so because Daddy was fascinated by everything around him except the road in front. :)
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