I might be back later to explain how this all came about…
Sunday, October 16, 2011
We took Sweet Pea to her first pumpkin patch today! Just a local place across the road from the Super Target – go figure. It got decent reviews and we could get all the fun stuff in between feedings/naps so we figured we’d give it a shot and if we didn’t like it, we could try someplace else either next weekend or next year.
Next up the corn maze!
Neck nibbling is an almost guaranteed method of producing smiles.
She was a little unsure of the giant bins full of corn kernels. There was a poor little boy who got a kernel up his nose.
We forgot to get a picture of our pumpkin haul. I had the baby thus Will had the camera but he was also pulling the wagon hence no picture. So more on those later.
All in all a successful trip to the pumpkin patch.
P.S. The hat is from Will’s mom and is A-MAZING. I think about half the people we came across commented on it.
(This post is a little bit late, as the hike occurred in August. Better late than never!)
I’ve been looking forward to hiking in Colorado. So when friends invited me to join them on a hike up Mt. Bierstadt, I jumped at the chance. Bierstadt is one of Colorado’s many peaks that are 14,000+ feet above sea level. I’d heard that the 14ers can make for an interesting experience, so I had a feeling I was in for a good time.
We hit the trail early enough to beat most of the rush (crowds tend to flock to 14ers in the summer months). Even so, there were a lot of people on the trail. As we took our many breaks on the way up (and a few on the way down), we leapfrogged the same groups of hikers. Almost felt like you knew who you were hiking with, though most folks weren’t too chatty. I’m told hikers tend to be friendlier on less well-traveled trails.
Somewhere around 12,000 ft, the air is thin enough that the body starts reacting in strange ways (at least, this out-of-shape one did). For me, it meant that I started to experience some balance issues (I didn’t fall over but I sure was wobbly) and I had to stop every few steps to catch my breath. Makes for an interesting final 2,000 feet.
The descent felt completely different – no wobbling and no gasping for breath (well, not quite as much). Must be a mental thing because the air’s the same as it was on the ascent… To make a long story short (too late), I felt great at the end of the hike and I’m very much looking forward to tackling more 14ers next year!