Monday, July 30, 2012
If I had a wagon, I would ride to Colorado . . .
Growing up in Colorado, we sang this song in elementary school. I can still sing it. I still feel this way about my beloved home state.
I just got home from a glorious family reunion trip "home." Everyone was able to be there with the exception of two nephews who are currently on missions for the Mormon church. Below are some of the highlights.
Games at the park below the high school we all attended.
Pearl Street Mall. It is full of little gems like this.
Hiking down Flagstaff mountain. We did this every year as a family growing up.
McGuckin Hardware--the greatest store ever. You can get everything you would ever need there.
Colorado Rockies baseball game. We lost to the Reds but my three oldest kids made it on the jumbo tron and had stadium style nachos for the first time.
Last day there, we were awakened at 6:30 am with the fire alarm going off in our hotel. Thankfully, it was only caused by smoke in the kitchen and we were able to get back inside shortly after I took this picture.
In my parent's backyard. All of the grandkids in order of age.
The original 7.
I had quickly changed out of my church clothes to make dinner (it was our family's assigned day). I am the only sister shorter than my brother and I am always put next to him.
Each family was assigned a day to make all three meals for everyone. I can't tell you how many wonderful memories I have sitting around the kitchen table talking to my family growing up.
Proof that Dentist Husband was at the reunion. . . And the many lists my mom created for the reunion. My mom is famous for her lists.
The original seven in our family reunion t-shirts.
Hiking to Blue Lake (above Mitchell and Brainard Lakes).
We did this every year growing up.
My sister and I at Blue Lake. It is a 6 mile hike round trip.
All of the grandchildren played soccer and ultimate frisbee on the field by the junior high we all attended. During one of the games, I got every emotional thinking of the memories I had growing up under the Flatirons in Boulder.
These pictures got out of order . . .
More from the top of Flagstaff
At the bottom of flagstaff.
Growing up, we always sat on this wall waiting for my dad to come pick us up in the car. Many years later it is the grandchildren . . .
Outside our hotel waiting to be let back in after being evacuated because of the "fire". (We got those t-shirts free at the game the night before and were the closest clothes we could find.)
Sigh. It doesn't matter how old I am, Boulder, CO is still home.