Farewell to CO

We've been home 3 days now, so I guess it's time to wrap up the vaca.

Meredith and Chris and I had an incredible hike one morning up to a waterfall that Chris had spotted on an earlier jog. It was cold enough for long sleeves, which was good, because we had to run in order to get up to the waterfall and still be back in time for breakfast. So run we did. We made it to the beautiful falls and then scrambled back down on what started as an elk trail and ended as...nothing. Just us trying to make our way down a fairly steep foothill, with Meredith on Chris' shoulders and me sliding like there was ice underfoot because the wildflowers were SLIPPERY. Yes, it's lovely for there to be so many wildflowers, but it's not good for traction. At all.

We made it back just in time for huevos rancheros. It's nice to be rewarded for your efforts.

This picture is to show how high we were, which is hard to do properly. And I don't do this to torture my acrophobic mother, but rather to let her know that I'm showing symptoms of the disease and I think it must, therefore, be related to having a child. Cause I was NOT comfortable with the bambino being on this precipice.


So she and I sat further back on the precipice, and she pretended to be a mountain lion. Honestly, she was a bit nutso that morning. Cool, fresh air and exercise bring out the best in all of us.

A couple days later, we squeezed in a bit of fly-fishing up at 11-mile reservoir. The Sugg fam will remember that as the site of the infamous windstorm that made us all question the sanity of tent camping.

So here are Chris and his dad, ready to see what's waiting for them in the canyon.


Meredith, Marme and I looked for adventure while the menfolk fished.

Chris found a fishy with his name on it, and the battle ensued.

Mer and Marme cheer on Chris.

After a long battle, Chris discovered that his nemesis was a supremely ugly suckerfish. Neither of them was happy about it.

Chris was comforted by Mer's admiration of his angling skills. But look at her toes. She knows that water is cold.

Want to feel good about life? Eat Ben and Jerry's by the rugby field in Aspen as the sun goes down. (Okay, maybe it's a little obnoxious that Aspen has a RUGBY field in the center of town, but work with me.) Anyway, we ate the ice cream too quickly for it to be captured by photographers. Vacation is good, but this one is over. Time to go clean the kitchen...