So we left off at the end of the High Country Rendezvous trail ride… where Baggins still wanted to toss his head, despite the switch in riders:
But backing up to the drive from Denver to Allenspark: we oohed and ahhed our way through the rocks:
I think I thoroughly annoyed my mother when we drove through some boulder areas and I couldn’t stop saying, “You give me gum gum, you better run run”
(Fifty OnceUponAMiracle points for telling me which movie that comes from)
The sun behind the landscape was incredible:
A random little store with a great little advertisement:
Oops! Probably unkind of us to snap this picture. Especially because were two chicks in a strange town by ourselves with no cell phone coverage. Don’t worry, car trouble caught up to us later.
Check it out… can you see the sleeping Indian?
Here’s the lodge – rustic and beautiful:
We checked in and met this little charmer (Killlashandra’s E.C.):
And the lodge’s furry, feathered, and quilled mascots:
And of course some quality time with the equine residents (GunDiva with my mom and Estes):
We received a quick education on the dangers of foraging bears:
We discovered that altitude DOES make a difference:
We took a stroll and were tickled by this random antique pumper truck parked outside:
After setting the timer on the camera…
Killlashandra’s husband Shorty was kind enough to give her a chance to ride – and you can see that E.C. didn’t mind having Dad to himself.
This next shot totally reminded me of Itty Bit launching himself off Mr. Daddy… no wonder this little guy was such a charmer!
Let’s just say that every single meal was DELICIOUS and I am bugging Juanita to start a cooking blog. Trust me, if Mr. Daddy had come along, he would also be begging Juanita to spare me a few tips ;)
And this my friends, was the end result of Mr. Daddy’s consolation prize for his entry into GunDiva’s contest… a consolation prize that I happily polished off while watching my plate to ensure no “samples” were taken.
That, my friends, was a cherry cream cheese pastry… the likes of which you will never taste unless you go here.
This one was another favorite: Blueberry Pot Pie. See?
We took a field trip out to Estes Park to see the elk.
And this is where my camera totally betrayed me and just gave me that yellow blink of death. No pictures, but rest assured that the beasts were big and unafraid and we had to wait for them to cross the road. Eek!
We strolled the town and snapped some pictures:
Then headed back to the lodge. Or so we thought.
A half mile from home, Juanita pulled to the side of the road. A packed van, sleeping baby, and a flat tire.
So GunDiva, mom, and I started out… walking the mountain road with only the moon to light the way.
(Absolutely user error… I was running to keep up with the other chicks for fear of being eaten by bears!)
The next morning, there were hugs all around and we said goodbye to the Sleeping Indian.
Until next year!