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A little bit of Colorado, lots of hiking

It’s been a couple of months since our last travels. John is getting ready to start school in September, so when my sister Jessy asked if we wanted to join her on a trip to Colorado, we jumped on it. One last hurrah!

There’s not much you have to say about Colorado, pictures are enough, so here goes:

A small trail next to Sabrina’s house

Going hiking!
Sabrina, as we set out on the trail near her house


A wooden chair
A little old chair <3
Flowers near the trail
Lots of flowers in August
Buddha statue surrounded by trees
A little zen in the forest
Panorama of Diamond Lake
Panorama of Diamond Lake
Jessy taking a picture with her cell phone on a hike
Jessy, taking a picture of Mandy on a short hike just steps away from Sabrina’s house

Red Rocks Amphitheater (Visit Red Rocks)

We visited Red Rocks twice during this trip, once for a Walk the Moon concert and again for Yoga on the Rocks. Looking up from a concert or while in a warrior pose to see that breathtaking view was amazing.

Red Rocks concert
Watching the sun set before the concert starts
Yoga on the Rocks
After Yoga on the Rocks
Red Rocks Amphitheater
Driving away from Red Rocks

4th of July Trail up to Diamond Lake (Trail information / Directions)

This Colorado hike is absolutely beautiful. It was a little rough for some of us Floridians, as we still weren’t used to the altitude, but totally worth it. It took us about 5 hours round trip, we saw 3 or 4 waterfalls and the top of the trail takes you to Diamond Lake near the top of the mountains.

Sabrina hiking
Sabrina on the 4th of July Trail
Walking on a trail
A little mud never hurt anyone
Group of hikers on the trail
One of many waterfalls on the trail
Pointing out another waterfall
Jessy on some rocks by a waterfall
Oh, what’s that? Another waterfall?
Strong woman near a waterfall
Jessy, triumphing over the rocks!
Hikers near a waterfall
John and Paul getting adventurous
Hikers on the 4th of July Trail
More trail shots!
Diamond Lake hikers
Having some lunch by Diamond Lake – we made it to the top!
Diamond Lake
Jessy, taking pictures of the lake
Hikers at Diamond Lake
Our group, happy to have made it to the top!
4th of July Trail view of the mountains
One of the many gorgeous views on the way up (or down)
Rushing waters
Rushing waters

Estes Park, Colorado

Estes Park
A little shot of Estes Park – we didn’t take many pictures while we were here, just did a lot of shopping and walking

Colorado is beautiful in August and the weather is amazing, especially in the mountains where it gets a bit cooler  (a wonderful contrast to Orlando).  We highly recommend the 4th of July trail and, of course, a visit to Red Rocks Amphitheater for the sunrise or sunset!

Stuck in a Winter Wonderland…

As I write this, Mandy and I are stuck in a massive blizzard on the side of the road in New Mexico with snow up to our tires. So what better thing to do than write a blog post?

Aw, crap.

I’m not sure if a flash-blizzard exists but that would be the best way to describe what we’re currently sitting in. Our visibility has shrank to mere feet in front of us and sometimes hardly even that.

What I’m currently looking at is like something out of a story book. It’s the sort of storm that you imagine only being summoned by some evil entity; Gargamel of the North, maybe?

It’s the type of storm that comes on with malevolence and covers everything around it in cold and frost.

The sort of thing that you can’t help but feel powerless in front of.

The wind coming down from the mountain to our left is snow, ice and sleet. The windows have begun frosting over and ice is starting to form on the windshield.

Panic? What panic?

Adios, Colorado. Hola, New Mexico.

The road that we were driving on, once covered in a patina of snow, has gradually filled up in peaks and valleys around us.

We’ve been walled in to our own car.

If you’ve never been trapped on the side of the road in a snow storm, trust me when I tell you that you really don’t want to.

You should know that we didn’t set out for this. The morning actually started really nicely, with a cup of coffee and a good pace being made out of Golden, Colorado after the roads had been plowed.

Moar mountains.
Colorado is such a beautiful state.

We made some good time out of CO, and shortly after crossing the border into NM, we ran into the bane of every road tripper.

The road block. Dun dun dun.

We’ve handled this sort of thing before.  Being the mighty road warriors we are, we had decided to find our own detour. We plugged a detour into the GPS, telling it to avoid the current road, and off we went, problem solved. We drove a bit out of the way onto Highway 72 which also heads east and found another road block. We were going to turn around and head way down south when we found this quaint little country road called Potato Mountain Rd that headed straight down to another part of US 64. Jackpot!

Unbeknownst to us, the initial road block was for an 84 mile span of US 64, not just a few miles as we had assumed. Once on US 64, it got a bit gusty. Then it was hard to see beyond 20 feet ahead. Soon, we couldn’t see but 5-10 feet in front of us. We made it to Des Moines, New Mexico, pulled off at a gas station, then decided cautiously that if we just kept driving 5-10 miles per hour, we’d be okay and could continue on. It was only wind and a little snow. Nothing awful. Yet.

It’s just a little hazy. We’re fine, fine. No, really. It’s fine.

We got stuck in some deep-ish snow (it really didn’t look that bad) about 1 minute down the road from the gas station.

Well, this is a disappointment.

Around thirty minutes after we had gotten stuck, even having gotten out to try and push the car, thoroughly soaking our shoes, we had resigned ourselves to sitting and waiting out the snow. At least we had a full tank of gas and heat to keep the snowstorm at bay. We settled in to wait for the snow plows, listening to a few podcasts, Mandy knitting, me writing.

More cars began coming up from behind us and some in the lane going opposite us. Some managed to make it through the drift that we got caught in, others would get feet in front of us, and then become lodged.

One SUV near us had tried plowing ahead in the opposite lane at breakneck speed, seemingly defying gravity and gliding across the over-snowed road. It came to rest in a snow bank that came up to their front fender, colliding with it in a loud thud. Steam began escaping the hood and the driver walked out of the car in anger.

The ones lucky enough to pass us merely got caught in a deeper snow drift five minutes down the road.

Eventually, some rescue crews made it onto the scene to begin the process of extricating any stuck motorists. Snow plows and tow trucks began making their way down the street, trying to create a safe path for cars. A valiant effort, considering Snow-Mageddon 2015 was taking place around them. According to one of them, the state had tried to shut down US 64 but the word didn’t get out fast enough, so they put up roadblocks on the major roads going instead.


Road Trip Tip #2: Dial 511 if you don’t know what a road block is about before trying to find your own detour.

When a snow plow finally rolled up to us about an hour into sitting in the road, he signaled for us to roll our window down – no small feat in the middle of a blizzard. Against the wind, he told me that he had to go free another thirty cars at a gas station down the street from us, the resting spot for those that decided to test their luck beyond us.

He assured us that he would be back with friends to get us out once he dealt with the gas station. An hour later, he proved to be a man of his word. After a lot rocking back and forth and a good push from the plow driver, we were freed.

The passenger side of the Fusion after being freed. We’d come out the next morning to discover the driver’s side door frozen. Just a little yank and it was fine, though.

“You’d best go up the road ahead of you.” He told us, pointing to a small side road a few yards in front of us, also covered in snow. “There’s a church there. You’ll probably need to hole up for the night.”

Thankful to just be out of the snow, I followed his instructions and found the church. Cars were lined up around the building and whatever could have been a parking lot was filled to the brim.

The inside of the church wasn’t much different than the parking lot. People were packed at tables and on the floor, trying to find a spot to keep for the night. If I had to guess, there were about 70 people inside.

The church before it was filled up. The wind was howling outside for the next eight hours.

“Sleeping bags are on the floor to the right.” One of the road workers said, leaving the church after a break. “You should grab one before they run out.”

We didn’t, thinking we would only be there for 4-5 hours. It was only 4:30 pm. Plus, we had our own sleeping bags in the car.

We found our own pew next to a dog named Bunny. We chatted up Bunny’s owner, a 20-something heading home for Christmas. She had rescued another stranded driver that was headed to Colorado Springs. Everyone there sounded like they only had another 3-5 hours. We still had 11 hours to go ahead of us on our journey to Wimberley.

We tried to keep ourselves occupied. I read, Mandy again began knitting. She switched between knitting, reading, and looking around, unable to focus, waiting to hear whether or not we’d at least be able to fit in another few hours of driving in for the day.

After we found a spot for ourselves. Much like the man in jeans in front of us, we wound up sleeping on these pews overnight.

Around 6:30 pm, one of the highway emergency workers came in and let everyone know that it didn’t look like they were going to open the roads tonight. The wind was still wailing outside and it was not safe to drive.

So we had to spend the entire night there. Luckily, we had tons of almonds and some mead-filled chocolates in the car. It was a comfortable temperature, so we didn’t bring in the sleeping bags.

Some of the cars streaming out of the parking lot and into the road.

Pews do not a comfortable bed make. They’re just slightly more narrow than the width of a typical human body if you try to lay on them. If you sleep on your side, your arm goes numb because wood does not give.

It also became bone-achingly cold in the middle of the night. But the only thing we could do about that was go out into the 14° weather to the car to fetch the sleeping bags, so we dealt with the cold.

The night was mostly sleepless. The church creaked horribly when anyone walked to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Until about 10pm, there was a cacophony of sound, from movies to video games, to people talking amongst themselves.

Later into the night, all you could hear was snoring. I never gave much thought to how each person’s snore could be like a signature. It was like we were in a swamp, listening to an orchestra of frogs.

By 3:30am, we could not sleep to pass the time any longer. Mandy dialed 511 — a number she had noticed on signs that we had passed on the highways for travel information. They hadn’t updated the information since 10pm last night.

By 4am, we decided to grab our things and just go sit in the car. The sound of snoring was a bit maddening and we really wanted to get on the road. With each passing hour, our arrival into Wimberley inched further into the night.

To our surprise, the road outside of the church looked pretty clear. The Fusion was icy but there was no snow packed around the tires.

We warmed up the car. It took about 20 minutes to get the windshield thawed.

And we were off.

There were only two small crossroads before we would be back onto US 64.  The first small road we could take to get to US 64 was covered in snow. We skipped that, flashbacks from yesterday’s two hour stint in the snow urging us to pass.

Driving straight, we got to the US 64 intersection. There was a tiny 1 foot snow bank that the snow plowers hadn’t quite cleared. We paused. A mini van came up behind us and whizzed on over the bank. Mandy thought maybe we could go over the same tire tracks. Maybe we could clear the snow with our shoes. We tried, it was packed. We decided to turn around. We weren’t feeling particularly brave anymore.

We drove around all of the side streets available to us for about 20 minutes before finding nothing as cleared as that one intersection. So we went back. I stared down that tiny snow bank, squinting at it angrily to let it know I meant business.

It blinked.

I revved my engine, hoping the Fusion could handle what was to come, fearing a repeat of yesterday.

I hit the gas. Mandy cringed.

We flew over that tiny snow bank like the Dukes of Hazard. Not really.

But we made it.

Hiking to Earn More Food

We love hiking — getting outside, going farther than you probably should before you turn around, burning calories — but the meals you eat afterward are the best because they’re so guilt-free.

This is what we discussed after our hike at Lair o’ the Bear with Beana while eating cookies and brownies.

The trail at Lair o’ the Bear wasn’t overly strenuous but it was pretty. From what Beana told us it can get fairly crowded, but we only passed one person on our tromp through the woods.

View from Lair o' the Bear

We saw no lairs nor bears.

Mandy and John at Lair o' the Bear

Mandy and Beana at Lair o' the Bear

Mandy and John at Lair o' the Bear

After about an hour at Lair o’ the Bear, we’d completed one of the loop trails and decided to move on to Red Rocks because we had not had enough hiking.

A view from a trail at Red Rocks

So… this hike was an ass-kicker. Not only did the altitude steal every breath from us but the trail has a 16% grade incline.

Mandy and John before things really got started on the trail
Mandy and John before things really got started on the trail
Beana and John going uphill
Girl, look at that steep hill.

Pretty views from Red Rocks

Mandy and John pretending like they're not dying.
We’re trying to pretend that we’re not dying up here.
Beana leading the way
Beana is leading the way downhill — our destination is the parking lot at the top right of the picture.

We went into the Red Rock Amphitheater Hall of Fame downstairs from the parking lot (yep, more stairs).

Mandy and Beana

Sabrina and John
Ain’t no thing to go back up for Beana and John (I think they’re holding it in).
Beana and John acting tough at the top of Red Rocks
We made it back up to the top!

Views from Red Rocks

View from Red Rocks
You can see the car down there! It’s all downhill from here.

We made it! I’d definitely recommend hiking around Red Rocks — they’re tough hikes but well worth the views and make you feel like a bad ass when you’re done (though not as bad ass as all of the mountain bikers we saw riding around).

Today’s Steps: 12,000+

Sunrise and Snow Hikes

On Saturday morning, we decided to get up early and make it to the Red Rocks Amphitheater in Golden, CO to catch the sunrise.

Sunrise at Red Rock Ampitheater

One of the first early morning shots we took.

Sunrise at Red Rock Ampitheater
The sun is beginning to reflect into the clouds. The colors just cascaded across the sky.
Sunrise at Red Rock Ampitheater
You can barely see the sun starting to crest the horizon.
Sunrise at Red Rock Ampitheater
Closer, still.
Sunrise at Red Rock Ampitheater
A shot of the amphitheater at sunrise. There were only a few people there with us.
Sunrise at Red Rock Ampitheater
The sun finally crossing the horizon. You could slowly see the dotted lights of Denver fading out as the sun hits them.
Mandy at Sunrise
A shot of Mandy in the early morning sun.

After we had our fill of the sunrise, we decided to head out to a small town not too far down from Red Rocks called Evergreen and do a hike up to Maxwell Falls. A very uphill hike in the fresh snow, that left Mandy and I feeling like we had run a marathon.

Pines and snow were basically all you saw on your way up the falls.
Wee! Downhill!
Mandy posing a picture on the downhill.
A Selfie at Maxwell Falls
Us, somewhere near the top of the falls.

Total Steps: 22,000+

Don’t Eat Fish in the Mountains

Sabrina, Mandy, and I after arriving in the mountains.
Sabrina, Mandy, and I after arriving in the mountains.

Sabrina was awesome enough to drive Mandy and I into a little mountain town called Winter Park. It is known as a skiing/snowboarding place, but with us lacking either skill, we decided to go snow tubing instead.

Mandy and I after in front of a gorgeous little condo/hotel in the town.
Mandy and I after in front of a gorgeous little condo/hotel in the town.
Waving in front of an elevation marker for us. It was 9,236 feet above sea level. 
Waving in front of an elevation marker for us. It was 9,236 feet above sea level. 
Me, lugging one of the inner tubes at the bottom of the lane. I don't care how old you are, you're never too old to go snow tubing.
Me, lugging one of the inner tubes at the bottom of the lane. I don’t care how old you are, you’re never too old to go snow tubing.
After our first runs down the slope.
After our first runs down the slope.

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After an hour on the slopes and single-digit weather, we drove a little bit more into the town and found a sushi restaurant. Here’s the thing; you won’t find good sushi 9,000 feet above sea level.

In fact, you’ll find bad sushi. Maybe we are spoiled by Orlando, but this place was not good. The drinks were overpriced and questionable in quality, and to say that the sushi was disappointing would be the understatement of the year. It was bad, and after we had finished less than half of the sushi we ordered, we left.

Heed my words: You can not find good sushi in the mountains. And if you do find sushi, don’t eat it.

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After leaving the sushi restaurant disappointed, we were surprised to find that the whole little town square was lit up with Christmas lights. We took a picture in front of the tree before heading back down to Sabrina’s.