Fort Collins
My in-laws, Lynn and Steve, live in lovely Fort Collins. It’s like a giant REI. There are abundant mountains, creeks, horses, groups of people in tight pants riding really fast on bikes, scads of wicking clothing and athletic sandals, and breweries every couple blocks.
Steve and I are hoping to sneak away for a night to Boulder or Estes Park before we head out, but at the very least we’ll take the kids to Estes to visit our favorite spots from last time we were there.
I really do wish I were feeling better, but I am going to try to make the best of it and enjoy as much as I can. I am frustrated, as usual, with how a few days of feeling decent always seems to be followed closely by lots of days not.
Hence, we have had a low-key week here, with my dad visiting for 3 days of it. The kids went fishing for bluegill. Pros: you catch a fish every minute or three. Cons: 8 filleted bluegills is about 6 bites. This did not make them any less delicious to our proud fisherman, though.
The photo is from the amazing Swetsville Zoo. All the vehicles and creatures are made from car parts and scrap metal.
The annual neighborhood Fourth of July bike parade was a hoot, nicely accented by a visit from a Steve’s best pal from high school who lives in Denver. Speaking of hoots, Steve and I are becoming increasingly convinced we’ve given birth to Sarah Silverman.
We bade farewell this morning to my dad with some Eggs Ponchartrain, perfect biscuits and Chocolate Eclair Pancakes at Lucile’s in Old Town.
Next stop: Los Tetons.
