We returned home Saturday from a camping trip to Kenosha Pass (a little less than two hours away from home) . . . the infamous (though beautiful!) spot where Levi remembers his first encounter with stitches (he came home with 17 stitches after our trip there last year). Once again, we seemed to hit that particular mountain pass at what is probably it's "peak weekend" . . . there was still a good deal of green intermingled with the yellow, but the view was nothing short of spectacular. We discovered that arriving on Thursday gave us lots of options for "campsites" (it's dispersed camping, so that just means we got there first and got to claim a spot of land to park ourselves on!).
The kids had fun running around in the woods, building teeter totters, making up a frisbee golf course, teaching Samuel and Anna to throw a frisbee, hiking part of the Colorado Trail, trying to catch leaves as they floated to the ground, beating me at cards, roasting marshmallows on our stove (since there was a fire ban in place) and, of course, eating ice cream before lunch on "Backwards Day"!
