On the move.

I've been on the move the past two weekends so no blog. Anyway to catch up...  We headed to Nebraska to meet up with his parents and visit Tom's 102 year old grandmother!  Great visit. We stopped at his grandparents old farmhouse and explored a bit. We also visited an original pony express station for a history lesson.

The homestead. 

Tom exploring. 

Pony Express, Gothenburg, Nebraska 

Then, this weekend I headed home to Ohio and Michigan to visit my sister/broinlaw and the 'rents. Went through the old game closet at the house and found some old friends. Ah the memories. 

The best sunsets.

We get the greatest sunsets here in Colorado. The only place I've seen equal or better ones are on Easter Island. There, it's a sprawling sky of oranges and reds over the sea. Here, we get wonderful highlights that last only for a few minutes, but each one is unique in its own way.  I caught this one from our front deck.

Goma.

Goma. Gomme. Kaugummi. Gum. However you say it, my husband loves it.  And he leaves it like little Easter eggs, on flat surfaces in the house, saving it for another time.  This is what I found the other day.

Silverheels, take 3, fail 3.

Well, we attempted Mt. Silverheels, on Hoosier Pass AGAIN this weekend.  First time was locusts, second time was fire, third time...  Just kidding.  First time there was a storm that chased us off the ridge before we summited, second time, it was pouring when we arrived to start hiking and today...well, today - 2 things.  Tom's ankle was hurting him enough he turned around (this has never bothered him, nor has he ever turned around on a hike), so our friends and I continued, but turned back - we didn't want to leave him alone in the car for hours on end while we summited.  And it was really, really gusty up there. 

So, we took a differnt route back and found our way off-trail through some pretty thick trees (bigfoot hunters would've said it was "squatchy" out there") and down to the highway, where we called in our mile marker (lucky to have popped out on the road right next to one), and Tom picked us up.  We only overshot our target pickup point by a 1/2 mile or so - after having to change our direction due to very steep trees at one point.

NEXT YEAR YOU WILL BE MINE, Silverheels.  5 times is just too many for one peak.  The Plan - mountain bike up the forest road we found, stash our bikes in the willows near the base (Andi's thought - lock all 4 bikes together, no one can steal 4 bikes!), and finally bag that darn peak.  Geesh.  Yes, biking may not be hiking, but alright already - we've hiked to the base twice and even to the top ridge twice.  I think we can *maybe* cheat a bit at the start.

The "Damn you, Silverheels" photo.

 

Off-trailing, before we went into the trees...

 

Waiting for Tom.  Mile Marker 74.