We picnicked at the picnic area at the park at the bottom of the road for lunch. John was asleep in the back pack at that time.
The rest of the day we drove halfway up Trail Ridge Road, stopping at overlooks and pull-offs. The road was good, not too traffic-y, there were lots of people at the stops though. It was pretty cold on top and lots of snow. We turned around at the Continental Divide.
Later that evening, we drove back down to Denver for our last couple of days there.
4 comments:
thanks - great pics....jm doesn't look to happy - was he just tired - not use to seeing a sleeping jm.....hope all is going well.....jm looks so grown up in these pics.....mom
He usually doesn't look happy when he's talking. It takes him a lot of effort to form sentences. Usually because he has so many ideas to cram into the words that are often just beyond his grasp. This morning he actually corrected himself when he was talking to Tony, replacing "found" for "find," when he was referring to himself in the past tense. The grammar-lover inside me twinkled a little bit!
When we were at Estes for one of the Yoss family reunions, we all drove over the Fall River Road in the blue van. I thought it was quite an adventure - I think all you kids just wanted to get it over!
That's an impressive elk photo!
John looks like he was enjoying the hike, mostly.
Well, as for the long drive around Trail Ridge Road, the portable DVD player is what made it all possible!
John was usually very agreeable on the hikes, we only had one incident at the Garden of the Gods. He planted himself next to a rock at the beginning of the trail, and we tried the "OK, we'll just go without you." It didn't really work, proving he is as stubborn as we are... After 10 minutes of us hiding behind a bush watching to see if he would relent, Tony went back down the trail to talk him into it. (John had at least softened up by then.) I went on up the trail and they caught up with me shortly. The goal was reached, but with a lot of drama, tears, rationalizing, wheedling, and exasperations first...
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