Punta Uva, Costa Rica: The Arrival

We arrived at our little cabina in Punta Uva, Costa Rica at about 6:30pm on 10/12/15. Punta Uva is a little beach town on the Caribbean Coast about an hour south of the port town of Limón.  After landing in San José, we retrieved our bags and stood in line to buy a sim card.  Most U.S. cell phone users under contract will need to have their phones internationally unlocked in order to switch sim cards.  If it is not unlocked, you are stuck either turning your phone into a wifi only device or paying the extortion level rates if you make local calls and more importantly use wireless data (T-Mobile and Google Fi have a great international options for short trips under 5 weeks).  The downside to using the local service is that it inhibits our calls back to the states, but with wifi calling options we can still make calls when needed.  For $22 we were able to purchase a sim card with 60 minutes of talk and 2GB of data. We needed to be able to contact our host at the cabina we rented for the month so that he could meet us there with the keys.

Picking up the rental car in San Jose proved to be quite the headache.  **HEED OUR WARNING: read the fine print. Costa Rica requires supplemental insurance above and beyond the insurance you might be carrying.  This mistake cost us an additional $400.  We chose to rent a car because of my knees (will the knee saga ever end?).  It is a good decision, I can’t be walking everywhere as we initially planned but man, we were not anticipating this expense.  It is causing us some stress thinking about how this ding will impact us in the long run.  But, our saying for the last two days as been “what are you gonna do, can’t change it now.”IMG_1458

We finally worked out the car and got on our way.  Because it took more time than anticipated, we both wanted to get on the road to try to minimize how much driving would be done in the dark.  The sun sets at 5:30pm right now and our expected arrival time as about 6:15pm.  The girls fell asleep almost immediately despite jostling and jerking of the car in the crazy Costa Rican traffic and detour we took because of a wrong turn.  Once we found the right highway, we were climbing into the clouded mountains which were covered in vegetation.  Jacob is a brave man.  He is willing to tackle driving in different countries and does it with such grace.  It was raining and the two lane, if you can call it that,  highway was twisty and full of slow trucks transporting their goods.P1010708

The road into Limón quickly changed from lush jungle to banana plantations and fields of storage containers.  We reached Limón just as the sun was setting.  By this time, the girls were awake and we all needed to find a bathroom.  There are not many “towns” on the road from Limón to  Punta Uva.  The next biggest is Puerto Viejo about 7 km north of Punta Uva.  Perhaps it was our fear of the unknown or trying out our Spanish skills, but we hesitated to stop at the little shops what dotted our journey.  “We’ll find a bigger store” we kept telling the girls.  I think this is evidence of our rusty travel legs.  Finally, there was no choice as we were about to pop.  Jacob stopped at a restaurant that was about to close and in broken Spanish I successfully asked to use the bathroom.  Whew!  now we could focus on driving the rest of the way to Puerto Viejo where we would pick up some dinner.  The drive was treacherous.  There are so many people riding their bikes on the “shoulder” which is no bigger than a foot wide, in the pitch black, no helmet or reflectors.  I wonder what the statistic is for bike fatalities on these roads because we came awfully close to killing more than one.

With a basic dinner in hand, we finally arrived at our cabina that we booked through airbnb (if you haven’t tried it before, here is $20 off!).  It’s definitely rustic.  We have an outdoor kitchen and dining area. Inside are two “bedrooms” (no door between them) and a bathroom.  I will say it is very clean and the host, Mano, who came to meet us is very nice.  We knew it was going to be rustic I just don’t think I was completely mentally prepared. Arriving at night made me feel like we made a terrible mistake.  P1010746What did we do? Am I going to be able to live like this for the next month?  There are little tiny ants crawling on the wall (and this morning they seem to have found a home in my computer as they keep crawling over the screen of my laptop. Where are they coming from?)  It is so humid here. I have the words of my friend Kim in my mind “dry everything on a line, nothing flat. It will immediately start growing mildew.”  Yep. I can see that happening very quickly.  We crawled in bed underneath our mosquito nets and fell asleep to the sounds of something falling from the trees onto the roof of the patio. P1010747

This morning I feel refreshed and hopeful about our journey.  The accommodations are rustic but comfortable.  The outdoor living area is surrounded by the jungle and I am not being bothered by any flying bugs. Ants, yes but they seem harmless.  As I sit this evening finishing this blog post I am filled with gratitude and love for the life we are choosing to live for the next year.  To quote Brene Brown from an interview she did on the Tim Ferris radio podcast (highly recommend listening) (questioning how she is living her life) “Did I choose courage over comfort?”  “I am choosing to live in the arena (her metaphor for vulnerability) and it almost guarantees that I’ll get my ass kicked)

View Gallery
Sunset on Lake LBJ

Last Stop in the US: Marble Falls, Texas

Goodbye Carlsbad, NM, last stop Marble Falls, Texas. Wow.  This is it, our last leg before leaving the country.  So much excitement and planning over the last 4 months and now, here we are heading to Texas 4 days from departure.  When Jacob and I first started making plans for our round-the-world journey, I immediately had a need to see my 92 year old grandma in Texas before we left. She is my mother’s mother and last living grandparent.  My grandma has been such a loving presence in my life.  I remember always feeling so excited to go visit Grandma and Padaddy and see my other family that lives in the area. I love the smell of the earthy mesquite and humidity of the Marble Falls area which is located about 45 miles NW of Austin in what is known as the Hill Country.

My grandma has macular degeneration and she has been slowly losing her eyesight over the last several years.  Thinking of her living alone in her garden level condo, climbing the steep stairs to go about her business concerns me.  However, being with her over those 4 days and watching her move about her space, I was amazed at her agility and energy.  She knows where everything is and can recognize “dark blobs” of things that are out of place.   She does not appear to have difficulty asking for help when she needs it. I felt so connected to her as we sat at her dining room table chatting while I divvied out her daily medications into zip lock baggies so she could grab one a day and always take the right stuff.  I am truly amazed at her health.  All but one pill of her daily meds, are vitamins. She has great dental health and has all her “original knees and hips”.

The four days flew by and the realization that our true journey was about to begin filled me with nervous, excited energy as well as feeling a little bit crazed to tie up last minute loose ends.  Now, sitting at our cabina in Costa Rica, which has amazingly great internet, I realize that aside from spraying our clothes with Permethrin, most of those ends could have been tied up here.  Jacob, the research guru, discovered Permethrin.  Permethrin is an insect repellent that stays on clothing for up-to 6 washes or 6 weeks.   You either buy pretreated clothing or treat them yourself.  The clothing that is pretreated (which I was wishing for after my forearm was growing weary of squeezing the spray trigger over and over.)  is a more more expensive strategy but time and forearm fatigue might be worth the extra money. Permethrin treated clothing, insect repellant lotion with a higher deet content in high risk areas and a natural repellant for everyday is our plan.  A friend of mine told me about Terra Shield by dōTERRA.  Really, I am not trying to push dōTERRA but when you have someone tell you about its effectiveness while traveling in the Amazon, my ears perk up.  So far, in Costa Rica, I have found it to be effective.  Reapplication is key.  But I digress….

Aside from time spent one on one with my grandma, we enjoyed lake/river time hosted by my uncles and aunts at their homes on the shores.  The girls blissfully played in
the sand at the Llano River. IMG_1442IMG_1424

They sang songs  with smiles and sunglasses on their faces as their hair blew back on the boat ride on lake LBJ.   We found out that our girls need some spicy-food-tolerance training.  They panted and complained at both of the dinners we had with my family while my cousin’s 15 month old daughter shoveled it in with vigor.

We said our goodbyes and received the love and blessings from my Hill Country family and went on our way to Houston.  We left after dinner to allow the girls to sleep through another long drive. Sleep they did, as soon as the car started moving. IMG_1433  My cousin and her husband were very generous to let us use their town home as a landing spot in Houston despite being away on their own international trip to New Zealand.  The girls splashed, giggled and sang in the bubbles created by the  jet tub.  Later that day I picked up my mom at the airport.  Several months ago, she offered to drive our Subaru back to Colorado for us after her own visit with the Texas family. IMG_1454 (1)The girls were so excited to see their Omi and together we explored “The Heights” in Houston and had dinner and a beer at Barnaby’s. Great fun.

We feel so loved by our family and grateful to have been able to spend our last days in the U.S. surrounded by them as well as feel their love as they send us off with many blessings.

I am currently reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.  My sister recommended it to me when I told her the news of our dream of traveling the world.  This quote is from the part in the story where the main character “the boy” is learning to listen to his heart.  It stands out to me so profoundly as begin our world journey:

IMG_1436

(The boy’s heart speaks to him)’ “People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them.  We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren’t, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.  Because when these things happen, we suffer terribly.”

“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.  And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.” ‘

May we all follow our dreams, whatever they may be…

View Gallery
Photo of Carlsbad Cavern Big Room

Carlsbad Caverns

Carlsbad was a juxtaposition in many ways.  Peaceful moments and natural beauty one minute, sulfur fumes, gas rigs and roaring trucks the next.  Despite the incongruity of the place, it provided one of the most incredible experiences of my life.  At first, I would have said the Carlsbad Caverns would be the highlight of this trip, but instead it was one of the residents of the cave that proved to be the top experience.

Amy’s lingering injury kept her out of commission again…wePhoto of prayer flags on Amy's scenic drive love to hike and explore and planned many of the activities on this road trip around outdoor excursions.  She spent the afternoon driving through the highland desert.  It was a wet and cloudy day, but given that she wouldn’t be hiking, the drive was probably an ideal way to have some fun while the girls and I went into the cavern.

I was both sad and excited for the day.  On one hand, Amy couldn’t join us for the trek down into and through the Big Room in the cavern.  I know how frustrating this experience has been for her and that she was feeling down about what this would mean for the trip.  On the other, I would get to see a truly amazing place and learn about the caverns with Mack and Quinn.  I have spent a lot of time over the last several years working full time and finishing my master’s degrees.  Consequently I haven’t had much time where just the girls and I do something together, so a moment like this was priceless.

The girls and I spent a little time exploring the museum in the visitors center.  It was a great way to learn about Photo of Carlsbad Cavern Big Roomhow the caverns were formed and how to identify specific features we would see below.  The cavern is a very reasonable $10 for adults and is free for children under 16.   If you get there early enough you can enter
through the natural entrance.  This winding path descends 750 feet below the surface and is likely considered a fairly strenuous effort for the average person.  For the less adventurous (or late arrivers like ourselves) there is an elevator that descends the distance in a matter of minutes.

Entering the cave is truly a one of a kind experience.  There is an earthy smell, the temperatures are a balmy 55° F, the lighting (by design and by nature) is dim and there is a strange silence.  It is like Big Room cavern in Carlsbadyou are stepping out of time into a scene from Journey to the Center of the Earth.  Perhaps even more awe-inspiring was that it had the
same effect on the kids.  They were sticklers for the rules, keeping their hands far from the formations, their voices down to a whisper and stuck close to me through nearly the entire cavern.

We wound our way through massive stalagmites and ducked under dangerous looking stalactites.  Marveled at the “cave popcorn” thatPhoto of Carlsbad Cavern Big Room covered many of the walls and formations.   The girls were so enthralled by what we were seeing, that they even requested to listen to the audio tour I purchased (a mere $5).  In an effort to help them remember some of what they learned, I asked them to identify two interesting facts about the caverns to share with Amy.

Photographing in the caverns was a real challenge.  The lighting in was designed by a professional set lighting specialist to

Big Room cavern in Carlsbad
A hidden pool

increase the dramatic effect of the formations.  It allows you to appreciate the beauty of the room while maintaining some perspective of what it would be like for a caver who was exploring with little more than a headlamp or lantern and some rope.  However, the dim light and wide open expanses creates a nearly impossible situation for photography.  Photos are either blurry or the exposure is totally out of whack.  If you have a tripod, you would likely be able to take much better pictures than I was.

The most amazing event of all was actually one we couldn’t even photograph.  The cave is home to some 400,000 Mexican free-tailed bats.  A small amphitheater sits at the top of the natural entrance to the cavern and allows you to sit to watch the bats exit for the night.  The park service hosts a ranger lead Q&A session to answer any questions you have about the bats, their habitat and their history with respect to the caverns.  In fact, it was actually the bats that lead Jim White to the discovery of the caverns.

For those with kids, this can prove to be a challenging operation.  You cannot use any electronic devices, cannot stand and generally must be as quiet as possible.  The wait for the bats to start exiting the cave can be anywhere from 30 minutes to several hours.  There are even some horror stories about the bats not exiting the cave at all.  They are poor fliers and won’t exit if the conditions aren’t relatively calm or if you arrive toward the end of the season (sometime in October), you may be the lucky group that is waiting the day after the bats have begun migrating south for the winter.

After an hour of Q&A, our kids were starting to get more than a little restless and more than a little hungry.  I watched in fear as the clouds started gathering again and wondered if this would be one of those nights.  Amy and I kept exchanging glances, knowing that the clock was ticking.  As we were just about to reach the end of our rope and slink out of the amphitheater, the rustling wind started to emirate from the mouth of the cavern.  Seconds later the bats were flooding out and swirling up into the sky.  A smoky line began to extend far off into the darkening horizon as we watched in stunned silence.  I am not sure I can even do this event justice.  The sheer number of bats is overwhelming and it can take 2-3 hours for all the bats to exit for the night.  As the fog rolled over the highlands, we slowly gathered up our things and watched the bats trail past us on our walk back to the car.

Despite all the setbacks, the poor sleeping conditions and the horrendous weather, Carlsbad Caverns was a great destination for us.  I wouldn’t recommend spending much more than a day or two in the area, but even if you only saw the bat flight it would be an event you may never witness again.

View Gallery

K-nO-wAy: Carlsbad, NM

It is 8:18 MST on October 5th, 2015. We just arrived at our campsite at the KOA Carlsbad Campground. I am sitting at the beautiful fire Jacob made, listening to the play sounds of my girls coming from the nearby tent as well as the squeaky noise of our resident bat.  (Animal Medicine cards says Bat means Rebirth, love that metaphor maybe more on that as I go)  This is my first experience at a KOA.  Jury is still out.  JD had a hell of a time getting the expensive wood we bought to ignite, certainly not in time to enjoy grilled hotdogs (had to settle for boiled).  The pluses: free Wifi, showers, laundry, a little supply store (albeit expensive and closed at 7 so no chance of obtaining lighter fluid), I think there is a playground and pool. It was almost dark when we rolled in so I am not sure on the pool and playground, I’ll find out tomorrow.

Ok, so first impressions of this area is that it is very rural and flat, although the Guadalupe Mountains were cloud covered  in the distance as we drove into town.  There are no recommended campgrounds within 30 miles of the caverns.  It looks like there are a few campgrounds close but they had some scary reviews on Trip  View from cabin porchAdvisor. It seems there is backcountry camping allowed around Carlsbad Cavern National Park and you need to obtain a permit.  For these reasons, we decided the KOA was our best and easiest bet but it is 45 minutes from the caverns.  I am predicting some driving back and forth.  (wow, as I write I am being serenaded by a chorus of Coyotes in the distance… that is awesome)  Coyote means Trickster, we have definitely had our share of trickster moments in the last few days starting with the explosion of the shower door yesterday morning just before leaving our cousins’, Colette and Chris, house in Phoenix (Jacob is still finding new nicks from the “tempered” glass).  I had a relapse with the swelling in my knees. Yes, that’s right but am feeling grateful to Chris for allowing me borrow his TENS unit
to try to stay on top of the swelling.  It has already helped a ton.  Right now, it feels like the tricky coyote is having a laugh as we find ourselves ill prepared for this camping excursion in Carlsbad.

Morning assessment:  Brrr. It was cold and rainy last night.  It seems the KOA is more like a truck-stop than a campsite.  Cars were driving in until well past 10pm last night and were departing at 4:00am this morning.  Upon further research of the area Jacob discovered that there is a large oil and gas presence here which might account for the wafts of sulfurey smells that blow through the area. Our cabin's name, Lobo  Jacob slept in the car instead of enduring the kicks and punches from the girls in our tiny 2 man tent (we made the decision to bring our old 2-man tent and then ditch the it after our road trip: good in theory; in practice it is really squishy with all of us packed in like sardines).  No fire and no coffee this morning due to the now wet, un-burnable wood.  This led us to find The Blue House Bakery and Cafe in Carlsbad.  Yay.  That turned all of our sour moods around.  It seems the sun is shining in Carlsbad (20 minute drive from the KOA) and the coffee house  was adorable; a great

Girls hugging on porch swing
Sometimes they get along 🙂

front yard with seating tucked in with trees and great energy.  Jacob and I had homemade croissants topped with scrambled eggs, bacon and green chili with the perfect amount of spice.  A great Americano and watching the girls chase a cat around the front yard was a welcomed lightness.  We came back to the KOA (raining here) and upgraded to a basic cabin (named El Lobo or wolf) with beds and a heater.  I think tonight will be much more comfortable.  Jacob is taking the girls to explore Carlsbad Caverns in a couple of hours. I’m gonna sit this one out and take care of the knees.

Coyote, you have taught us to laugh at our follies and research areas better to be more prepared.  Wolf means teacher… I am the humble student in this crazy adventure and am listening.

More photos and the conclusion of the Carlsbad Caverns to come, as well as the post on our lovely family time in Phoenix and Tucson.

View Gallery

Arizona – Some like it hot

I am way overdue on this post…I have been struggling writing this post for weeks.  Not because we didn’t enjoy our time there, quite the contrary really, but more that there are a million ways I could have/should have gone with it.  IMG_1352Arizona has always been a special place for Amy and I.  It is not so much the place, but the people.  Let’s be honest, 9 months of the year it is hot as hell in Southern Arizona.  Driving in I was sure the soles of my shoes would melt to the pavement.

The drive south from Flagstaff is a slow descend into the Salt River Valley.   The landscape inevitably changes from pine forests, to high desert piñon forests, to the harsher lowland desert valley that dominates the area.  In addition to the change in scenery, you notice that every 1000 feet in elevation change is marked by not only a sign, but also a significant jump in the temperatures. At 7000 ft. the temp was about 82°F/28°C, 6000 ft. – 87°F/31°C, 5000 ft. – 90°F/32°C, 4000 ft. – 93°F/34°C, 3000 ft. – 97°F/36°C, 2000 ft. – 102°F/39°C…Phoenix is sometimes referred to as the Valley of the Sun and I began to wonder if people called it this because it is similar to standing on the surface of the sun.  At a little over 1000 ft, the temp hit 108°F/42°C (remember, this was early October).  

My Uncle Todd moved to Arizona many years ago to connect with the love of his life Sherry. In many ways I view Todd more as my brother than my uncle, but even that doesn’t properly describe our relationship.  Todd was my best man, he is one of my closest friends and he is family.  This closeness began long ago and was strengthened after I dropped out of high school.  I went to live with Todd in San Diego.  Todd was a bar manager at a downtown hotspot and got me a job as a busboy.  It was a transformative time in my life and it helped forge a bond with Todd that goes beyond uncle/nephew.

Once Todd moved to Tucson, I started visiting frequently.  One summer, after Amy and I started getting serious, I went to stay with them for a while.  My job was to paint their house (I probably didn’t do that great of a job) and then later Todd, Sherry and I would head to San Francisco together for the 4th of July.  It was a great trip and some of my favorite stories stretch back to that summer.  During that time Todd and Sherry got to know Amy (Amy here: I received a very funny phone call from Sherry while they were all together and immediately knew they would be people I would like) and they immediately approved.  Much like them, I am grateful for their support and excitement as we embark on this next year.

Arizona is also the location of the first major family event Amy attended with me.  There she met my Great Grandpa Brown, my Grandfather and it was also the first time she met Todd and Sherry in person.  We often travelled back to Tucson to visit and later Todd, Sherry, Amy and I took several trips together.  They were some of the most enjoyable travel experiences we had ever had.  Needless to say, Amy and I were very excited to head down to see not only them, but my wonderful cousin Colette and her growing family.  We arrived in Phoenix on Colette’s birthday and just barely missed seeing Todd and Sherry.  Thinking back, we didn’t do much on Colette’s birthday…I think the only gift we got her was watching Connor  so she could shower and nap (for all you non parents this ends up being all you really want when you have a baby). (Amy again: we gave her a bottle of wine from the Palisade Winefest)

Colette’s house was a godsend for us (except when the shower door exploded in my face).IMG_1192 Colette has learned well from her parents, she was a fantastic hostess and made us feel right at home.  We ate well, swam in her awesome pool, and played with the newest Martin/ Greenwalt: Connor.  This little guy was quite a treat and brought back many memories of time with our kids.  While we were there, he started the first stages of crawling, gave us a ton of great smiles and entertained the girls.

We did venture out of the house a few times, a visit to one of the many splash parks IMG_1345(great way to beat the heat), the art museum (good spot to teach the girls about Art History), spending some time at the local children’s museum, seeing the theatrical performance “Annie” (girls are still singing the songs weeks later) and visiting the Tucson Tamale Company (you have probably never had tamales like these, my favorite is the either the Tucson or the Green Corn).

Todd and I spent hours talking about opportunities and the possibilities that might be realized through this adventure Amy and I are making.  I love his eyes-open perspective; he is always looking for the positive side of a situation or adding humor to a moment that might be too serious otherwise.  Todd was also the barber who shaved my head and immediately after completing it he started talking about doing it too.  When Sherry asked him if he was serious, he said, “It’s either this or a tattoo!”  Two days later, I shaved his head for the first time in his adult life.  Now that is solidarity!test

View Gallery
The bridge as we approach

Natural Bridges

This stop was really nice.  Mack and Quinn started to get into stride with school and I got a chance to bond with them outside of Amy.  The scenery was breathtaking and the weather was perfect. For me, this is excursion was an example of what I hope this year will bring for us.

We debated for hours where our next destination was going to be. In the end we chose Natural Bridges National Monument over Goblin State Park.  Goblin State Park was highly recommended and looks amazing, but given the drive to Phoenix afterwards and the state of Amy’s knees, we chose to head a bit further south to Natural Bridges.

We took a slight detour on the way into Moab (thanks Gwen!) that was spectacular!  It featured amazing valleys, bold red monuments

Fisher Tower Monument
Fisher Tower Monument

and incredible canyons along the Colorado River.  For lunch we stopped at Fisher Towers, these huge red stone structure rising from the desert floor were truly impressive. The girls thought they looked like giant castles or fortresses. The scene was straight out of a western and the beauty of Utah would only continue to amaze us from there.

Natural Bridges Features tons of camping for free in the BLM land near Bear Ears and Mule Valley just outside the National Park.  Given our lack of sleeping pads, sleeping bags and other key camping gear we chose to camp inside the park for a mere $10/night. The sites were a tad close together, but had some privacy provided by the junipers and pinyon pines.  Each site featured a nice sandy tent pad, fire grate and picnic table.  With a nearby vault toilet and water provided by the ranger station we pitched our tent and made a nest out of old blankets and a down comforter. Mack and I went back to the BLM land to gather firewood for the night.

Our first night was relatively warm and Amy and I enjoyed watching the stars for hours. The moon was nearly full, the shadows and silhouettes of the twisty trees made the area seem quite surreal. After enjoying a nice cold beer, Amy and I crammed into the tent with the girls. I had the brilliant idea that using our old oversize two-

our small tent
Here is where we slept…tiny, right?

man tent would be ideal, because we could simply donate it after our last night camping. Sadly I underestimated how big our girls had grown.  Not only was the space a two small, even sleeping head to toe, but the girls decided for the first time ever to ‘cuddle’ with me.  Quinn spent the night trying to crawl over my head to curl up like a giant kitten in the corner of the tent. Mack must have dreamt she was a judo champion, throwing elbows, knees and kicks into all night.  The result: Amy had half the tent to herself while I was trying to push myself through the tent wall.

It was all worth it in the end.  We woke early and worked on math and reading before heading into the park for lunch.  We ate at an overlook to the first of the three bridges in the park.   The girls crawled over all the rocks, learning about the ‘crusty dirt‘, lichen and about how the bridges were formed.

Amy joined the girls and I for a brief hike to an overlook into the canyon. Those short, fairly flat trail gave a view to an ancient Anasazi cliff dwelling. Although not as spectacular or as well preserved as Mesa Verde, it provided a great topic that was interesting to the girls: how did the people get up there and build that?

The hike, as short and flat as it was, proved too much for Amy’s knees. As we drove to the second bridge, Amy made the decision that anymore hiking was out of the question for her.  Her choice was only confirmed by the signage describing the one way trip:

Kachina Bridge Trail

length: 1.4 mi/2.3 km

elevation: 400 ft/122 m elev

time: 1 hour

The youngest of the parks bridges also features the steepest and deepest of all the trails.  So of course I selected this one for myself and the girls to descend!

Mack traversing the slope
Mack traversing the slope

The kids had a great time on the hike and I couldn’t be more proud. We saw a few adults who chose to turn back before reaching the bottom. At one corner  a man resting in some shade said, “are you

Quinn under the Arch
Quinn under the Arch

going all the way to the bottom? It is really scary!” At first I was irked that he would freak the girls out so close to the end, but later realized it was a good thing. The girls are seasoned Colorado hikers and the trail wasn’t really that extreme.once we safely reached the bottom the girls kept talking about why someone would be scared of this hike. They admitted it was tough, but that they were tougher 🙂

After 2 1/2 hours of hiking, exploring and snacking we finally crawled back out to the top of the canyon. We were all hit and dusty and were greeted  by an incredible sight as we turned the last corner: Amy holding a bag of sliced watermelon!

View Gallery
Buzzard's Roost Butte

Southwest Leg: Palisade, Colorado

We left Rangely after lunch and moved on to see my uncle Thomas and cousin Gwen (father and sister of Caitlan) in Palisade, Colorado.  On the way we drove through Canyon Pintado.

The Guardian PetroglyphThe canyon is home to numerous petroglyphs from the Fremont Culture and Ute people dating back up to 2000 years.  One particular petroglyph was fitting for our journey, “The Guardian.”  The Guardian was believed to watch over the travelers who used the canyon as a trade route.

They treated us to a tour of the Peach Farm and of Gwen’s tiny orchard_viewhouse ( a work in progress).  For those of you who don’t know, my uncle is an organic fruit tree farmer.  He grows apricots, cherries, plums and the best, sweetest peaches you have ever tasted.  I am so lucky that I have grown up eating these peaches.  I get to enjoy them around my birthday each year.   His farm is called Rancho Durazno, you should check it out for more details about how life is there.  

Gwen moved back to Palisade this year to learn the business from her father.orchard_mowing  It was so fun to see her taking notes, driving around on the riding lawnmower and talking to her Dad about “discing” the 2-acres behind their house to get it ready to plant more trees to make the grand total  40 acres of fruit trees.  The girls explored the boulders and secret caves around their house.  We stood in awe of Buzzard’s Roost that stands majestically looking over their property.

We enjoyed lots of laughs and a great meal while the girls wrestled on the hammock hammock_fightingin the warm night air (later there were complaints by the girls of rope burns on their rumps, a natural consequence, I guess).  We are having the girls write in their journals, daily with pictures to describe one favorite thing of the day.  Here is what Quinn wrote:

Quinn's drawing of a cliff

 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

View Gallery
Mackenzie on a horse

Southwest Leg: Rangely, Colorado

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

View Gallery

As Jacob and I made the decision about when to leave on our trip, seeing babies and grandmas beyond the Front Range became a priority.  I have a cousin in Rangely, CO and Jacob has one in Phoenix both recently had baby boys.  We wanted to meet both boys before leaving the country and I need to see my grandmother out in the Austin, TX area (Marble Falls to be exact), who  is 92.

So, as we drove out of Denver on the 23rd of September, our first destination was Rangely, Colorado to meet the newest Cameron, Rhys.  The fall colors were in full swing.  We stopped at a great park in Vail to enjoy a picnic lunch and mountain air.

Playground with Fall Colors
Much needed playground rest stop in Vail, CO
Fall colors in Vail, CO
Love Colorado Mountains in the fall

I am always in awe of Glenwood Canyon.  What a treat that I got to drive through three times in one week. (back and forth from the wine fest in Palisade, were two).

Glenwood Canyon, Colorado River
Glenwood Canyon

I have never been to Rangely.  It was such a beautiful drive full of fall colors.  The White River snakes through green farm land framed by high desert canyons.  Caitlan and Jed live on top of a vista and get to see this out of their living room window:

Sunset view of Mesa
Sunset view from Caitlan and Jed’s backyard

We spent the morning playing with their boys and then got riding lessons from Caitlan and Jen on their horses; Stella, Pete and Pig.

Quinn and Stella
Quinn loving on Stella

The girls are journaling daily about their favorite experiences.  Here is Mackenzie’s “post”:

Mack's story about horseback riding
Mack’s story about horseback riding

It was such a great visit and  feeling so good that I can now picture the place where Caitlan and Jed call home.