"I'm - Too Sexy for the Sand Dunes"

I was guessing "Europeans" when I first got an eyeful, but turns out they were very nice chatty Americano's -

"and I wear my little speedo at the sand dunes, at the sand dunes".

And she had about as much business wearing a bikini as I do. . . but . . . they seemed to be enjoying themselves.



Some of those little dots are Caitlin and Kevin. I sat at the bottom with exhausted and crying Abigail. I don't know if it was because sound carried really far; you were privy to all sorts of conversations. There was alot of less than perfect parenting going on at the sand dunes. Myself included. Someone should rent wheel-barrels about half way out (for parents who's children have decided to go limp on them) - yeah.

It's one of those -
why is it fun? Because it feels so good when you stop
- things I think.

So we didn't hike as much as we thought we would because it rained alot. The tent and fluffy matresses did their job however, and we had a great time. 2 days in a tent is more than enough, the girls got themselves acclimated to the bugs fairly quickly.

Caitlin made a bbf of Iris, (they exchanged email addresses, too cute) from the site next door, it was very secluded with a stream running through it and deer! pictured here checking out our trash.


We met up with Doug and Annie - ooh, I should have a picture, or a link, or something here. . . oh well, can't find one. Met up with my old Lancaster U./ Boulder buddies Doug and Annie in Salida. It turns out that their house is about an hour away from our cotopaxi land - which could become very handy. Oh my gosh that sounded nice! The power of positive thinking. First time Kevin has seen it, and I'm working on drumming up enthusiasm for many trips to hike it, etc.

Bye bye Bambi.