Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I Met Grizzly Adams This Weekend.... Of Course I Did!

  
          Our big cross country move landed us in Colorado.  Most mornings I wake up and still can't believe I live in Colorado.  I get confused really easily too.  Like yesterday, I went to the grocery store and my lady/manager who bagged my groceries said, "Have a great afternoon and enjoy the game!"  I said, "Thanks!"  Then I walked away in my head saying, "Enjoy the game?  Enjoy the game?  What game?  Is Ohio State playing today?"  I was seriously so confused.  Then it dawned on me... the Denver Broncos were playing the Monday Night Football game.  The only reason I even conjured that up is because I remember Paul saying it in passing.

     Speaking of Paul, I do believe he is on a quest to explore every square mile of Colorado.  So, Saturday morning we drove to Denver for Jackson's soccer game and then we were on a mission to check on Breckenridge.

     We're all about free entertainment, which there seems to be a lot of in Colorado.  So, upon arriving in Breckenridge, we jumped on the free gondola.





     I'm not so found on this type of transportation.  Any time I think of thousands of pounds of equipment traveling along a piece of dental floss, I get a lot nervous.   My kids look happy and confident.  Gracie's new friend, Emily, who we brought with us for the day... looked like me.  'Deer in the headlights!  Why would we put ourselves on this ride INTENTIONALLY?' look.







           Looking longingly, wishing I was back in that parking lot. 








Had to take a picture of Emme holding Shelby's hand.  It was sweet and most of the time she can't stand Shelby (We can not figure out why.  Every time I ask Emme why she doesn't like Shelby, she says, "She always smiles and says 'HI Emme!"  Definitely a reason to hate someone, right?





 And, it just kept going and going.






And, though we would make it to a platform where one could get off, like this ski resort, guess what?  Either way you have to ride it back down.







Jackson was mad because I would't let him ride in a one by himself.  He should have been more mad at his dad.  While I agree that this mode of transportation must have rules, like only 8 people in cab.  There should be one rule that stands out above the rest:  NO FARTING!    Seriously, how mean is that?  There's no air, no way to escape.  It's just cruel and unusual punishment... for nothing!  We didn't do anything to deserve that sort of treatment.






They thought is was funny. 






Well... ha. Ha. Ha.





     Every time the car would go over the pulley system, I would accidentally let out a little scream.  Emme thought this was hilarious.  Jackson was still mad.



Gorgeous, huh?





     Breckenridge was having a Beerfest... er... I mean... an Oktoberfest this past weekend.  I thought it sounded really fun... until I got there.  People can drink A LOT of beer.  AND, did you know people dress up in German costumes for this event?   Yeah, well, I did not need to see the amount of cleavage and short skirts that I was seeing.  We quickly discovered that we enjoyed the unbeaten path WAY more than the beaten path.








 We had more fun playing in the stream.

































I would be perfectly content to sit by that stream all day.

































I think a lot of other people agree.



We were safe following that stream until we ran into the bungee trampoline.  We are all about free entertainment... this did not qualify.  But, I told Paul I feel like sometimes we torture the kids.  We make them come to these things and then all we do is say NO to everything.  So, we decided to let them jump.




And, I am so glad we did!  Their faces were priceless!  Jackson, once he got over the fear, managed to do a double backflip.


















Gracie on the other hand... she tried and tried... just to do one flip.




On her last trip, she made it!!  YAY GRACIE!!



Sunday we decided we should explore more of Colorado.


So, Sunday, after church, we decided to go fishing.  We loaded up Jackson and Emme and 3 of our neighbors and drove an hour away to a beautiful area.
























How cool is this tunnel through the mountains?   Also, please note, we are driving on a DIRT road.














Of course, I would not want to pick any area that was safe.  I've decide Colorado is not safe.  Hmm...










We picked our location and minus the person who was in the car you can see in the background, there was not another soul for miles.  And, that car was only there for a minute.





Jackson carrying all the gear.  Paul brought that bucket because he seriously thought we were going to catch a fish that big.



Jackson drinking out of his camelback.  If you don't know what that is, it's a little backpack that has a bladder (you can imagine how much I just hated writing that... sounds so gross.)  Anyway, it holds 50 oz of water.  There's tube that goes into the bladder.  You know, I'm not sure why they even bother with the word tube... why don't they just go ahead and call it a urethra.  Anyway, to all my Ohio midwest friends, this seems like a completely unnecessary thing to own.  However, now that we live at 6000 ft above sea level and find ourselves playing in mountains an additional 2,000-3,000 ft above sea level, it is necessary.  It is very easy to get altitude sickness and become dehydrated.  So, at a ski shop, we found them for half the price as the ones at Dick Sporting Goods, so we bought them.  Jackson has been dying for one.  You are now looking at the most hydrated boy in all of Colorado!  
















You can see for yourself that there are no other people around.  Anyone you see in the picture, is with our group.  Paul was helping Jackson and I was intently helping the 3 other kids I brought with us.  I mean I was focused.  But, all of a sudden, I smelled something that didn't smell so great.  The smell greatly resembled taco meat or body odor... as I think they smell exactly the same.  It was an odd smell because just minutes before I was thinking how wonderful it smells in Colorado.  I was even trying to think of a way to describe it to all of you.  There's a hint of pine but it's mostly just a clean, sweet smell.  What I was smelling all of a sudden... not clean!


     I was trying to fix a fishing line and watch Emme when I heard this deep voice, "Mom, do you mind  if I get in and bathe?"  I was startled and jerked my head to the right only to find Grizzly Adams-Mountain Man, standing way too much in my personal space.  His face was very weathered... wind swept tan (yes, there is a difference between this kind of tan and a regular tan), dry, cracked.  I especially noticed the crack on the side of his nose.  He was in desperate need of some vaseline.   Anyway, I said, "No, I don't mind" because those were the only words I could find.  

      I mean this man seriously scared me to death.  I didn't hear or see him approaching.  Where in the world did he come from?

     Grizzly Adams took off his shirt and shoes and socks and started walking in the water.  

     Then I became a bit alarmed.  I started thinking, "There's miles and miles and miles of shallow stream JUST like this.  Was it REALLY NECESSARY for him to come right HERE?"

     Once he made it to the middle of the stream, he dove in and began swimming upstream... only he did not move one centimeter because the current was too strong.  Then he turned as if to sit on his bottom and  he starting scrubbing down his shorts... in the back and yep, in the front.  He proceed to use only his hands to also "wash" his face and his arms and his arm pits and on and on.

    Then he came walking back toward me.  He grabbed his towel and started a conversation, "All these kids yours?'  I said, "Only two of them?"  

     He looked at Emme, "Where's this one from."  
     
     I answered, "China."  

     "Yeah, I knew it was some place like that.  Her hair is beautiful.  My second wife always wanted that hair."

     So, I said, "Where is your second wife?  Chopped up in little pieces in that stream?

     (OK!!  So I didn't say that!  That's what my friend Gina said when I was telling her this story:-)  Funny, huh?

     At this point, Jackson had left Paul and had rejoined me so I said, "Hey Jackson, why don't you go get dad and see if he can fix this line?'  I just wanted ol' Grizzly Adams to know that I was not alone.










    At that point, Grizzly Adams moved down to the pile of rocks and walked down to the water.  Now, why didn't he just do that in the first place?  
     Geesh!  Seriously?!  Why do the weirdest things always happen to me?




     I'm sure you are wondering if we needed that big bucket.  The answer in NO... we did not catch a single thing.  But, it was one of the most beautiful places I have even been and I enjoyed every second of it.  I even went into the water TWICE to unhook fishing lines that were caught.  Who knew I was made for Colorado?

2 comments:

The Gang's Momma! said...

COLORADO????? I'm going to BE in CO soon. Very soon. Dare I hope you are near to where I am going? Email me, girl. Wouldn't it be a hoot to have missed each other in GZ by a day but finally meet each other in person in CO four years later?! :) Unless now you are very scared of my stalker-ish self. Then, don't :)

Oh. And I am most definitely NOT a robot.

reyfam1994 said...

I wrote a long comment then deleted it by accident. Ugh.
What a crack up your post was--hilarious! Love the photos too. Will be in touch after all my company leaves next week---my folks fly home Thursday then Tim's brother arrives Friday for the weekend...phew.