Yesterday. Was. Exhausting. Considering we didn’t go skiing, we were all falling asleep at dinner. The four of us spent our morning driving up to Pike’s Peak, a drive I would never want to make myself. I was content to be in the back seat where I could close my eyes when I needed to. From Mr. French’s ticket booth to the top was a 19 mile drive filled with impossibly tight turns. Dad took them like a champ. Unlike him, I did not grow up in the mountains/hills. I grew up where everything was less than flat.
Those 19 miles took about an hour & we emerged at the top victorious. I am not joking when I could really tell a difference in the amount of oxygen. I couldn’t seem to satisfy myself no matter how many deep breaths I took. It was either little oxygen or an overabundance of sugary sweet molasses smell inside the gift store. Not sure what was worse.
Brace yourself for a few photos of rocks, mountains & more rocks.
View from the top!
After a much needed lunch at Chili’s, we found our way over to the Garden of the Gods. This wonderfully free park was filled with beautiful natural wonders. Many locals could be found rock climbing or jogging through. Many tourists could be found gawking at those rock climbing. At least I was. Rock climbing has never been my speciality. I have only attempted it once, on the back of a cruise ship, & I didn’t make it to the top. I’ll just blame it on all the people staring at me waiting for their turn.
Andrew: This is me on a rock.
The sun was incredibly bright & it made the shade too dark. Me & the sun played this nasty tango all afternoon trying to get the perfectly exposed photo & zero squinty eyes. It wasn’t easy.
Andrew: This is an authentic ancient Indian arrowhead. I just know it.
I kind of missed what happened, but apparently dad accidentally sat down on one of those scraggly bushes, then Andrew almost fell over laughing at him. All of this made mom laugh. Obviously.
Hey, look! Rock climbers!
Dad trying to ruin my photo.
At the entrance to the park is this massive balanced rock. I have to admit that I felt a small moment of anxiety when I watched a very small boy climb underneath this thing. I just saw it falling & that was something I didn’t want to witness. By the time we made our way up there, all fear was gone & I placed myself under it as well. Although, I didn’t lay down like Andrew…I wanted to be able to scramble away if I needed to.
Andrew was thrilled to finally not share mom & dad’s hotel room with them. He usually gets the short end of the stick while Ellen & I get our own room. Ellen is playing big girl right now & couldn’t make the trip (hence, her absence from the photos.)
The day was a success & was complete with hilariously awkward conversations using the street name “Janitell”, making up pretend comments about a lunch we didn’t have at “Hell’s Pizza”, a family trip to Target which resulted in the three of them staring at me while I shopped for a new book (or two), & an overly complicated drive to find the McDonald’s. We collapsed in our beds & I dreaded getting up early so we could leave by 9:30. Bring on Breckinridge & snow mobiling.