|View of my snow-less backyard. Yes, my deck rail needs painting, and yes,|
those are prayer flags on Brendan's tent. The kid has aspirations to
climb Mt. Everest someday. He camps outside every weekend -
even in the winter
|A Beautiful day in the mountains near Frisco|
|Adam, the "Crazy Floridain" and I taking a picture break|
|Adam and his lovely family|
|Brendan, totally in his element|
|My new BFF. He looks a little afraid of me.|
|A White Arctic Ptarmigan - a very rare bird to actually see. Brendan|
spotted him nestled in the bushes and he instantly became a rock star
with our group.
|King of the mountain!|
On our way back to Denver, Brendan and I stopped in Silver Plume (click on link to read about this cute little town) at this amazing little bakery in town. This is such a crazy place for such a popular bakery; Silver Plume is an old silver mining town, totally left behind in modern times. I found this bakery a couple years ago when my friend, Dennis, and I were running the trails high above. We needed more water so we detoured to this tiny town in search of some sort of gas station or local store. None were to be found, but we did find this bakery far removed from the highway, which is a pretty cool story in itself that we found it. It has probably changed hands about 3 times in the two years I've been stopping by here for the most amazing fresh baked bread, but it continues to be one of our favorite little stops if we have a few minutes to spare. Such a cool place, especially in the summer when we run up there and stop and stick our feet in the creek, which is frigging freezing, even in August (fresh snow melt is always cold). Sorry you didn't get to experience our very brief stop in Silver Plume, Adam - next time!!!
|Main Street Silver Plume, looking down the road from the bakery|
|Me trying to be brave enough to dip the toes in the creek|