Colorado 2016: the rock climbing

Before we got married, the husband was an avid rock climber. Then law school and three babies in 4 years and the rest of life happened. When we were planning this trip, he decided the time was nigh to get the kids shackled into harnesses and dangling from a single carbiner from the side of a mountain. So the gear (so, so much gear) was gathered and the rocks were climbed. I was having a little bit of altitude sickness this day, so, much to his disappointment, I did not participate. Instead, I reclined in the hammock, read, watched the girls fish (Harper's longing for a fish on her hook is yet unfulfilled) and took pictures.

Note: while I was deciding which pictures to post, I forgot I was also making rice for dinner. I kept smelling something, and kept blaming it on the dog, who was sitting behind me in my chair. While it is true that she sometimes emits Odours Unsavoury, she hasn't really ever smelled like burned-to-a-black-crisp rice. My brain finally made the actual connection, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the pot from the stove, and put it out on the patio, where it likely continued to burn because it was 104 degrees outside. Then I came back in and noticed all three kids were sitting on the couch. "Did no one SMELL that?" I asked. "Well," said Harper, "I DID smell something, but I knew you were making dinner and just thought that was how it was supposed to smell." My cooking skills continue to be the stuff of culinary legend, obviously.