Choosey mothers choose Jif...but rode trippin' mamas choose Benedryll! These little sweeties slept from 10:00 pm until 6:30 am. (That's all the way through the great states of Iowa and Nebraska and into Colorado in case you were wondering.)
Can you believe that we made it in 14 hours and 30 minutes? (Did I mention that we did it with 4 kids?)
Garden of the Gods...here we come!
Junior Rangers unite!
Tuesday, June 17. We took the cogwheel train to the top of Pike's Peak. Emma and Jack took a gazillion pictures on the way up, doughnuts at the top, and Nora and Kate slept on the way down.
How fitting is this? The little "hellions" voted for pizza and our cog rail conductor recommended this place. If they only knew the spooooky stories that they would hear within the next hour during the Lantern Tour at Cave of the Winds! (If their mothers only knew the spooooky stories thy would hear....AHH!)
Not appropriate for ages 5 and under AND not appropriate for ages 6-10 who are overly sensitive to ghost stories and lack of light. Who knew we'd be talking about ghosts instead of stalactites and stalagmites?
When the brood heard about a magical pink castle hidden in the anals of Denver, it became a mythical wonderland before eyes even laid sight on the edifice. Where was it? Who lived there? Were there unicorns? Jennifer embroidered a tale of high divers, cowboy gunfights and eating in the bat cave. An hour and a half later, through Denver traffic and spotty navigation we saw the thing...embedded in a strip mall. Oh, it seemed so much bigger and more glorious during this 45 year old's childhood when she last saw it 30 years ago. But upon entering, not a palm tree was changed; no updates, no changes in menu, no dusting of the premises... Every brick, fake cobblestone and waterfall precisely where I left it so many decades ago. The food was sub-par and the "alcoholic" margarita a misnomer, but the entertainment of children's wide smiles and giddy laughter will stick with us for months if not years. So many good memories I had as a child that continue, if not in a rather different fashion, as an adult. My sombrero goes off to you, Casa Bonita!
Attack of the giant French fry! Followed of course by cliff divers, a man in a gorilla suit, breaking a piñata and a gunfight. Just a typical night out at Casa Bonita.
Dring! Dring! 1971 called...and would like its room back!
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