My sister in-law’s family is part owners of a cabin in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. There are about 10,000 reasons why I love the cabin but one of the best parts is that it is completely removed from the tourist area/ ski resort towns.
Don’t get me wrong, the tourist areas/ski towns probably make it into the top 3 of my most favorite places to go but you’re not exactly getting away from everything.
Back to the original story though, she (and my brother, I guess) gifted my dad a week of their allotted time as his Father’s Day present. My dad nicely picked a weekend that we could all go.
We being all inclusive of everyone but my little brother. We missed you, Corey!
Cale, Jason (my brother), our trusty dog-phew Henry, and I busted out of town after work on Friday and made it up in time to see the sun set over the mountains.
We had fabulous afternoon thunderstorms which the whole family used as nap time. The amount of snacks that were brought for 7 people was unbelievable. I seriously had to have gained 5 pounds because every time I moved from one chair to another I grabbed more food.
The guys + Katie tested their fishing skills and Katie stood up well for the girls by being the only person to catch a fish.
Oh, and I was also sore. I tried racing the dog up a solitary hill and not only did I loose miserably, my thighs were sore for days.
Getting old. Darn it.