Back from two days camping with the boys. Sat out a number of thunderstorms up in Elevenmile Canyon to have a splendid time on the mountain. Our site was perfect, high in the rocks and trees above the river. Couldn’t have asked for anything nicer. Built a couple of good fires, ate s’mores. Hunted chipmunk (unsuccessfully I’m happy to say) with the new bows and arrows, and closed out the night in the tent with Aesop and a rollicking hand of Uno.
Drove out to the reservoir the following day and rented a fishing boat. Blue skies and calm waters all afternoon. Didn’t tie into any fish, but didn’t figure on it, having not gotten on the water until one. On the positive side, the marina messed up our order for a fishing skiff and put us in a pontoon boat with a canopy. A cooler of beer would have cinched the deal, but this is Colorado, not Wisconsin, so we settled for bottled water and a bag of chips.
Went swimming at this Y this afternoon. Boys off to Denver tonight with their mom. Drew flies in tomorrow. Everybody back here for dinner tomorrow evening.
Didn’t sleep well last night—bad dreams— but figure to catch up tonight.