It’s been a while since I’ve had the time to write, and I want to enjoy the rest of the summer with my kids so my posts will probably continue to be sporadic. But I think a short synopsis of what will go down in the books as the most memorable Harms’ family vacation ever is worth posting. Hope you enjoy it 🙂
1 – Wildfire that completely altered our vacation.
5 – Things on our itinerary that we weren’t able to do because of the wildfires – Pike’s Peak Cog Railway (it opened back up the day we left), Pike’s Peak area day hikes, Garden of the Gods, Manitou Cliff Dwellings, Glen Eyrie Castle.
30 – (approximate) Pieces of ash that rained down on me from the sky while sitting outside the camper Sunday morning.
5 – feet- Length of the snake that slithered past Lewis and me on the way to the KOA showerhouse.
2000 (approximate) – Miles we drove over the course of our vacation.
39 – Hours we spent driving to, around in and back from Colorado.
105 – Temperature the day we visited the Royal Gorge.
42 – Number of state license plates we found while driving (and driving and driving).
4 – Number of Canadian province license plates we found while driving (and driving and driving).
15 – Number of times we played the road sign alphabet game while driving (and driving and driving).
9 – Number of chapters I read to my children (and husband) out of the first Harry Potter book while we were driving (and driving and driving.)
3 – Number of times we heard revelry coming from the nearby military base at 6:30 in the morning.
12,162 – feet- Elevation at the peak of Mt. Crested Butte. Yes, we made it to the top of a mountain. 🙂 Not the one we had planned on, but I think it was even better than our original plan.
11- Number of people in our group who made it up Mt. Crested Butte. Vacationing with friends was a lot of fun, and all the Hyman and Harms children made it to the peak (We had some help from a ski-lift to get partway up the mountain.)
2 – Number of questionable “family-friendly” activities we decided were not “friendly” for our family. Both the brothel house museum and Dirty Sally’s pizza (whose logo was a topless woman) in Cripple Creek advertised as being family-friendly.
7 – Number of kids that will fit in an Olympic-sized bobsled.
3 – Number of rocks we got to see shot from a homemade trebuchet into a pond.
2 – Number of hot air balloons that glided over our campground Thursday morning in Gunnison, Colorado.
60+ – Minutes we had to wait in a little “rescue” building halfway up a mountain because the ski-lift that was supposed to take us down closed right in front of us because of lightning.
0 – Number of times I heard my kids say “I’m bored.”
(I got the numbers idea from Leanne Shirtliffe at Ironic Mom.)