For months I've been anticipating our annual trip to Southwest Colorado. In my mind's eye I gazed upon the mountain ranges and winding rivers. I took the curvy roads all by memory. I felt the wind blow through my hair as I imagined the windows down on our Chevy Suburban. Two weeks of family bonding, renewed friendships, reflection time and, well, whatever we felt like doing whenever we felt like doing it. That is, whatever you can do at a 9,600 foot elevation backpacking base camp. We found plenty to do. Whether it's our on-going family four-square rivalry, frisbee golf (which thank GOD, I was not asked to play this year!), enjoying an ice cream at the Snack Shack in the afternoon at the ranch, or exploring the nearby mountains, the Rio Grande River or the town of Creede, we were never lacking for some sort of fun and adventure. The next few blogs will be specific to our time there.
It's hard to believe it's over. I look at the pictures and I long for that place. The place that we call sacred space. It's a place where the boys and I have made many friends and created an entire litany of inside jokes and memorable stories. Before I get specific with a few of them, I'll share a few of my favorite scenes via the following photos:
