Great Sand Dunes

Bob’s friend told us about Great Sand Dunes National Park and suggested we camp there. The campground doesn’t accept reservations ahead of time. We had to just show up and had a free-for-all for finding an available site. A lot of the sites were small and not nearly large enough to fit out 16′x10′ tent (our friends fondly referred to our tent as “the palace”). We finally found one big enough for our tent and 2 other tents of our friends that joined us. Although, I’m pretty sure we actually found 3 sites and used them all.

Palace The view

The forecast was calling for rain and thunderstorms and for once the weatherman was correct. It would rain for a couple hours, then clear up long enough so we could start a fire to cook a meal. We made sure we got our fix of s’mores before the rain came back and smothered our fire. We also put peanut butter on our s’mores and it was a delicious twist.

Smores

We went to the dunes Saturday morning. The dunes are the tallest in North America and were more like a mountain range than plain ol’ dunes. In order to get to the dunes we had to cross a freezing cold stream. We took off our sneakers and socks and waded across to the dunes.

Water by the dunes

Climbing was incredibly difficult. We put in a lot of effort and received minimum progress because the sand absorbed most of our steps. Bob and I didn’t quite make it to the top (I blame Coda), but the views were still fantastic!

The dunes The dunes The dunes

That evening was very cold. The temperatue dipped down to around 40 degrees and when you combine that with the rain, it was downright bone chilling. After a few rounds of cards with our friends, I was ready for bed. I put on as many layers as there are in seven layer bean dip. Then I hibernated in my sleeping bag with Bob and Coda. Yes, Coda snuggled into the sleeping bag with Bob and I.

Coda was cold

We packed up a day early since there was a lot more rain to come. Luckily, the rain held off long enough that morning to let us pack our tent up. We stopped at Bishop castle on the way back home. This castle was built by a crazy guy that decided he wanted to build a castle with his own 2 hands. He spent 40 years collecting rocks from his property and building this castle. The steps were steep, the iron rails shook and I’m not entirely sure how stable it really was.

Castle

The castle’s owner is very anti-government. In fact, no “drunk taxpayers” were allowed on his property. He also decided that people don’t have to be 16 years old to drive. He thinks anybody of any age can drive because the constitution doesn’t say otherwise. At least his insanity comes out in the form of a creative castle!

Mountain Biking

Bob got a new mountain bike and helmet and, being the gentleman he is, gave me his old bike and helmet. He found out about an easy system of trails to try with me and I was actually excited about going when I woke up this morning. When we pulled into the trailhead parking lot, it was called the “Skunk Lot”. That was my first clue this biking trip might stink. I hopped on the bike and circled the parking lot to try to get used to it. I tried to push the petals backwards to put the brakes on, but apparently bikes don’t do that unless they are made for a 5 year old. I forgot “grown-up” bikes have brakes near the handlebars.

We found a couple of guys with bulging calf muscles in the parking lot and figured they would be perfect to ask which trails to go on. Bob made sure to tell them I had never been mountain biking before. They gave us some guidance, wished us luck and said “Maybe we’ll see you out on the trail in a bit!”. HA! The only way we’d see them on the trail is if they passed us on their way back to the parking lot, while Bob and I were still chugging along… just leaving the parking lot.

We saw some deer and got pretty close to them. One in particular didn’t seem too scared and I thought he was getting ready to attack me so I told Bob to get pedaling, and fast. After escaping with my life, we passed a few horses along the way and several near-pro bikers that whizzed by.

Yet another scary moment was the first big down-hill part of the trail. It was steep and had lots of rocks. Bob greeted the challenge with a smile and enjoyed it. I slammed on my grown-up brakes and walked down the hill. I’m the world’s biggest klutz, so a hill + rocks= trip to the emergency room. I wasn’t going to take my chances. The bottom of the hill took us to a lake. And by lake, I mean a really big pond (nothing compares to a lake after growing up near the great lakes).

At this point I realized Bob left the trail map in the car and was just guessing where to go. We ended up at a dead-end because the trail ran into a swift-moving stream. I wasn’t up for swimming across it with my hand-me-down bike, so we backtracked a bit and Bob finally got us back to the Skunk Lot. Bob enjoyed the trails and I think I may have accidentally agreed to go again with him.

You thought Rochester weather was unpredictable…

Mom was scheduled to fly in at 11pm Friday night but due to the possibility of 2 or more feet of snow, she got on a much earlier flight that morning. She arrived around 9:30 am and was safely at our house. By this time the heavy, wet snow started and didn’t stop. It couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain or snow, so it did both all day causing slushy road conditions. We didn’t go anywhere.

Saturday had warmed up but still called for contant rain all day. We decided to go on a tour of Hammond’s Candy factory. They make lots of hard candy and candy canes. Anyone in my family would appreciate a candy factory tour. We put on fancy-pants hats and watched the workers roll out candy canes while indulging in free samples. Good thing we had a few freebies because their chocolates were over $22 per pound!

We drove around downtown Denver in the rain so mom could see Investco Stadium where the Broncos play and Coors Field where the Rockies play. Then we mosied up to Boulder for the late evening. The rain let up and we had a chilly walk down Pearl Street where mom purchased some more candy (beacause free samples aren’t enough!). We took a little drive to Nederland so she could see a small mountain town, but we couldn’t see much of the town since it was covered in 3 feet of snow.

Sunday suddenly became sunny so we headed to Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park. I believe mom said “It is just so beautiful” about a trillion times, give or take one or two. She also took the same picture a trillion times because she just couldn’t get enough of the views. Her highlight was seeing the elk that we had told her about. Oh, and the prarie dogs. She loved those, too.

Monday afternoon we took her to Red Rocks amphitheater to see a cool, natural phenomenom. She was quite impressed with the views, but less impressed with the many steps she had to walk up to use the restroom there. I think that was the first time she realized the altitude can do a number on ya!

From there we went to Roxborough state park where Bob pelted me with snowballs. Mom decided we should ban together and shove Bob in the snow, and I stupidly agreed. When Bob was near me, I shoved him, and somehow I ended up getting more snow in my face. Mom tried to clobber Bob with some snowballs, but Bob grabbed me and used me as a human shield. Mom, your brilliant plan backfired and I had to pay the price. Thanks.

Take a hike!

Mother nature decided to give us a near-70 degree day on Saturday so we took our oldest furry son to Golden Gate Canyon State Park. 13,000 acres of foothills, trees and streams. We got a park map and decided we’d try going on a hike since I remembered not to wear my Crocs.

The trails were labeled for beginners, moderate hikers, and extreme difficulty for experienced hikers. I have been told to take a hike before, so I wasn’t a beginner. But we certainly weren’t ready to scale mountains and rocks, so we opted for a moderate trail called Horseshoe, which is about a 4 mile loop.

As soon as we started on the trail there was a sign warning us about bears and mountain lions. If we came across one, we were supposed to speak to the animal softly, avoid eye contact, and slowly back away. I started planning what I would do; “Hi pretty kitty! Nice kitty. Here, eat Coda!” then I’d run away and hope Coda was able to escape. [Editor (Bob) note: Coda and I knew the plan was to outrun Jen, so he wasn't worried.]

The hike was actually pretty easy except for the whole altitude thing. Coda had fun pulling Bob uphill and drinking from the crystal clear streams. He also met a Jack Russel Terrier, Cocker Spaniel, and two Golden Retrievers along the way and said hello to them.

By the end of our hike he was a muddy mess and very happy about it. He even shook some mud off onto Bob. I think he was mostly happy that we didn’t have to sacrifice him to a bear or mountain lion.

Cheyenne, WY

After realizing the largest town in Wyoming was only an hour and a half north, we packed up the dog and headed to Cheyenne, WY.

I did some research first on the tourism web site and it looked like a cute old western town. With a population of 50,000 people I shouldn’t have been surprised at how boring it was. There was a nice Governor’s mansion and the town is apparently a major hub of the Union Pacific Railroad.

I stopped in the tourist information hut to ask the local employee if there was anything cool to see in Wyoming. She told me to drive 4 more hours until I got to Yellowstone. I didn’t exactly have 4 hours so I asked if there was anything cool within an hour of Cheyenne. She thought hard for a moment and advised me to go to a park 30 minutes away. It was her one and only idea so we took it.

The park was pretty nifty, actually. The bumpiest dirt road in the world led us to huge granite formations. I have a hard time imagining how those giant, dull blobs of granite will eventually end up flattened down and sparkly in my gourmet kitchen someday.

Bob found a small dirt trail off the paved path and decided we should follow that for a while. Once we reached a destination Bob was pleased with, we started heading back to the car. I immediately knew it wasn’t the exact direction we came from. Bob said “don’t worry, I’m taking a short cut!”. Mind you, he didn’t have a map or any knowledge of the area and is notorious for having a terrible memory and sense of direction. I was immediately grateful to have Coda’s excellent sniffing abilities so help re-trace our steps if needed. Thank goodness Bob guessed right and his short-cut led us back to the main trail and we were able to get the heck out of boring Wyoming!