We went camping in Ridgeway State Park at Pa-Co-Cha-Pec (I think) with Granny, Grandpa, cousins Casey and Ashley and their four-year-old Brevon, and Auntie Patty and Uncle Charlie. It was totally fun and so nice to get away and be outside. Andrew caught up with us Saturday morning (we left Friday) and so it was full-time work for me (but I'm used to it) so it wasn't any sweat. The only hard part for me was getting myself up and breakfast made on Saturday morning, because that's usually Andrew's gig. So, no complaints here. And Andrew was in a great mood because he left Palisade at 5:30 am and rode to Montrose, where Mom picked him up (Thanks Mom!) We usually don't do the campground thing (it seems a lot like camping in a parking lot to me) but plugging into their electricity and having heat sure was nice!
Julian was a pill all night Friday night and kept waking up unhappy, which is out of character for him . . . I couldn't figure it out, until I took his hat off and realized that he was pouring with sweat. Oops. So he had a nice sweat-lodge all night Friday night. Poor little guy. We hit the hot springs in Ouray on Saturday and the girls swam and swam. I was a little apprehensive, since they're not stellar swimmers yet, but Grandpa brought the sweet life jackets so they had a blast and weren't hanging off my neck the whole time. Francesca has caught the fishing bug and is addicted to fishing. At first, they were catch and releasing them, but it was bumming her out, so we let her keep three decent sized trout and they cooked them up for dinner on Saturday. She LOOOVED it. We brought another one home and she ate 1/2 of it or more. She said, "Mom, it is just something that you're going to have to get used to. Whenever we are camping and there's a lake, I just have to go fishing. That's just the way it is now, mom." Okay Bosslady! And she calls it, "Fresh Fish," as in, "I just love Fresh Fish," or "I just have to eat some Fresh Fish." She was really cute Sunday night, making sure that we really thanked her for catching our dinner for us. The pond was obviously freshly stocked because they would catch a fish about one in three casts (on her Barbie pole - sweet.)
Cecilia and Brevon played family most of the time, playing in any camper/playhouse (since there were four of them.) Sometimes they were dad and kid and sometimes they were the dog and cat. Cecilia would come bursting out of the camper and run up to someone and rub up against them, meowing like a cat. They had so much fun. At one point, they all came out and announced they were going on their evening run and jogged off a ways. Cecilia rode with Granny and Grandpa on the way home and Francesca rode with us and she sang to herself all the way home. Mom said Cecilia sang songs about Brevon all the way home. When they talked about it today, they would say, "Remember on that wonderful camping trip . . . or you know when we were on that great camping trip . . . " I think they were less involved with where we were than on the last one, where Daddy had prepped them for months in advance about being on the Kokopelli.
Grandpa thinks he tore his ACL on Friday while getting ready, so he was all gimped up, which was kind of fun. He just sat still and bossed us around, which isn't really out of character for a Construction Supervisor, but it did get on our nerves sometimes. (I'm like, man, when people hurt themselves they are such a pain in my *ss!) Cecilia took a huge digger on Friday, on her way up Granny's stairs (did she have her hands in her pockets?) so she has a huge lump in the middle of her forehead, right in between her eyes. She looked like a great horned owl the first day, but now she just looks abused, with two black eyes and a lump. Argh. I'll try and get a picture tomorrow. Arnica is totally making it heal quickly, thank you Arnica! (I also give her Blarnica, which is chocolate-y and works wonders.) Grandpa was walking on his doomed leg on Sunday night, thanks to the Essential Oil Pan Away . . . he's a believer.
So we're scheming the next trip! Ridgeway was a wee bit chilly (but dry!) so maybe desert next time.
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