Sunday, August 9, 2009

The terror of the monument

Yesterday was quite the day. Gary and I went walking on the Spanish Trail in the morning and after reading a bit, and eating more watermelon, we hung out by the pool. Around 2pm, our buddy Jake pulls up with the suburban, fixed and ready to go. Turns out it wasn't the fuel pump after all! Yeah. It was the fuel pump relay - a little black plug thing that cost about $14.00. It probably took all of 20 minutes to replace that, but of course, Jake charged us $150. (!) MMM. Oh, well, he's a nice enough guy and he did come to our rescue and had to search to find the actual problem, but anyway, I'm just glad it's fixed. We should really get serious about a different vehicle - eh?! What is up with us and car trouble anyway??? I do not know.

After we munched on chips and salsa and leftovers, we drove up to the Colorado National Monument. It's like a mini Grand Canyon. Steep caverns, colored rock layers, some that are rough and jagged, some that are so smooth-looking it's like a dripping of butter. In some places, it looks like hardened lava, and much of the ground is red. Utterly amazing. The rock formations that stick straight up in columns from the bottom, the caves, the small bush-like trees, the spanning view over the city - breathtaking. There are little scenic overlooks every few yards it seems and we stopped and gawked like the tourists we are, and walked a bit on the Coke Oven's Trail. The children wanted to walk the whole thing, which is 6 miles long and would take about 3 hours and it doesn't make a loop, it just stops down at the bottom and well, you'd have to figure out how to get back to your vehicle that you left on the top. So, they just hiked a little ways, and came back. But they want to hike around the area some more because it's just too awesome to behold. Really. Of course, they also wanted to hike out onto the perious boulders that look like they are ready to fall off the side of the mountain with little more than a sneeze. My brave children (or are they completely devoid of any sense of safety?) nearly drove me to a nervous breakdown. What am I going to be like at the Grand Canyon??? I dare not think of it . . .

Well, this am we're off to the Mesa. 10,000 feet up and covered with evergreens and lakes, We plan to hike the Crag's Crest Trail, a 10 mile jaunt, so, we better get going. First, we're going to stop at an organic peach orchard and grab some breakfast and lunch!
Have a great Sunday!

Blessings,
jill and all

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