Roughin' it...

Yes, you read that correctly. Roughin' it. As in Camping...in the mountains...with no cell phone or Internet service...for 36 hours.

I loved every minute of it! Okay so it rained, and by rained I mean spilled large buckets of water from the sky throughout the night BUT we had a trailer. Thank the lord for that trailer! Brent and Jana were nice enough to ask us to come along for a weekend in Vail. Bobby said "yes", me...not so much. There was a little convincing but I am so glad that we went!

Yes, we had a trailer with a bathroom, shower, kitchen and beds but who is keeping track. I went camping!

There were a few hiccups along the way but nothing that 4 adults and 3 dogs couldn't handle. Yes, all the dogs were there, Tino, Diezel and Porter. Diezel is a wild man and Porter tries so hard to keep up but he loves his nap-time. Diezel was not giving Porter his nap-time...

We started at about 9,000 feet and went up to 10,500 for some better views!

This is what we saw when we arrived at our campsite - amazing!

Me taking 500 pictures of Porter in the side mirror of the Jeep

This is what we saw driving up the mountain!

Aspens

Amazing view from the trailer

My first camping trip!

Brent and Bobby after a long ride in the rain

This is what Porter and Diezel did for 24 hours straight...nonstop

The sky was gorgeous!

Best buddies

Our Camp site (thank heavens for that trailer!)

We went up a little higher on the quad (10,500 feet up)

Look at me - down and dirty on a quad with no makeup!

Brent took Tino for a ride and he loved it!

We were all searching for Porter as we were packing up the cars getting ready to head home. Somehow he snuck his way into Brent and Jana's truck to take a nap.

Diezel is to much for him I guess!

Some of the views on the way back down

A few amazing homes in Vail

So many places to see...

So little time!

Here are a few pictures form a few weekends of sightseeing. We try to see a different place every weekend and of course Porter comes too.

Over looking Boulder

Aspens in Rampart Range

Somewhere in Rampart Range (I think)

I wear flip-flops every time and Bobby gets so annoyed. I can climb rocks in flip-flops!!

Bobby checking out the world!

The family in Panorama Point

Lookout Mountain, overlooking Golden

Panorama Point again

We figure that while we are here, we have to see as much as possible!!

Ya'll come back now, ya' hear!

Ahhhhh, Texas. I have a love - hate relationship with this state. My momma and I try to make at least one trip to Texas per year to visit my Grammy and my Aunt and Uncle.

When I arrived at the airport and stepped out the door I knew that this time might be a "hate". After now living in Denver for 7 months (we went in May), the humidity was overwhelming. I forgot how much I hate moisture in the air. I felt like my jeans were sticking to the backs of my legs...not good.

Anyways, I met my mom at the airport (yay) and then thankfully Uncle John came and swooped us up in the truck with the AC blasting to the point that I was freezing but it was much better than felling the humidity!

Thankfully they live on a lake with a boat and some jet skis and they have a pool steps from the house. This trip may not be so bad after all!

This is when my mom and I discovered my Uncle John's "Don't mess with Texas" hard hat.

Mini photo shoot in the backseat of the truck!

The whole gang out to dinner - Mom, me, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle John and Grammy

Uncle John and Aunt Jennifer (right before he ate about 5 lb's of craw fish)

3 generations!

Aunt Debbie and Uncle Todd (Tim's brother, in case you couldn't tell)

Mother and daughter (and the biggest glass of iced tea ever)

Hanging out on the boat

Me and momma on the jet ski

The dog baby hanging out on the raft!

Getting ready to go out on the lake


Let me tell you a little story about me, the lake and a jet ski...

So, my Uncle John says that he needs to go get gas in one of the jet skis and asks if I want to take the other one just for fun. I of course said yes because I do love jet skis! As we are driving along down the lake (which is the largest man-made lake in Texas with 300 miles of coast line!), a piece of paper flies out of the "glove-box" which I then realize is the registration. Uncle John keeps on going and I have to turn around to go back and get it. After 5 minutes of circling around the paper I finally was able to pick it up. Yes, I could have jumped in the water but I didn't want to get my hair wet! Thankfully it was in a plastic bag so all was well and off I went to find Uncle John...

No Uncle John in sight. I drive over to one of the water accessible gas stations and he is nowhere to be found. I go back out int the big part of the lake and see 20 other jet skis but none of them are him. I start heading back towards the house but then realize that I am seeing houses that do not look familiar to me. I keep going anyways. About an hour later I realize that I am lost...really, really lost and it is hot. My shoulders are on fire and I feel like I could puke from the choppy water. I drive around some more trying to find my way and by this point it has been close to 2 hours. I finally see some people hanging out on their dock so I head over to ask them which way to go.

I say, "I am sooooo lost and I am visiting from out of town but My Aunt and Uncle live by the golf course, can you tell me which way to go to get back?". I then realize that this "man" is like a 10 year old boy...my luck. He runs inside to get his dad who then asks me, "which golf course?"

Needless to say I made it back in one piece. I was about 30 minutes away from their house in the totally wrong direction! They had the police and the lake patrol searching for me...oops.

I like to call that part of my life, "Lost on the lake".