Rocky Mountain National Park, and a Colorado Asthma Mom
I’ve fallen in love with the American West.
So have the girls, although watching them apply their coastal Florida expectations to these rocky hills provided great entertainment. The Gulf of Mexico, for example, makes for a warm, wavy swim. I warned the girls that glacial mountain streams are much colder, but they didn’t believe me:
Some of the peaks along our drive through the park:
They grow trees this big in Florida–just not this kind of tree:
Along the hike:
My 6 year-old decided to look for a “walking stick,” and she came up with this:
She’s going to have to get better at picking them out because big changes–BIG changes–loom..
I am leaving the South, y’all.
We’re moving to Colorado and while I’ll miss the beach, I can’t quite believe I get to live there.
Then again, I don’t get to live there quite yet. Mr. Asthma Mom’s starting a job in Denver in early August, while the girls and I will stay in Florida to sell the house. (Do you envy me? Selling a house in this s-l-o-w market?)
Wish us major real estate luck, please, and if you find yourself in the Denver-Boulder-Colorado Springs area next year, send me an email and we’ll have drinks.
Your soon-to-be Colorado Asthma Mom.