Rocky Mountain High

Harry: I expected the Rocky Mountains to be a little rockier than this. Lloyd: I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver's full of it, man.
Sorry, that's what I think about everytime I drive up to the mountains. I know we're not actually in The Rocky Mountains, but who can resist an opportunity to bring Dumb and Dumber into a blog post?
A couple of weeks ago, my fantastic husband took a Saturday off, GASP. That happens ever-so-rarely so we took full advantage. Summers are hot around here, no secret there. End of August is usually about 100 degrees-ish. This particular Saturday there was excessive heat warnings all over the place, so we decided to ESCAPE that nonsense. While 110 in town, lovely Mt. Charleston is a DELIGHTFUL 75 degrees. Yes, a 35 degree difference. I was surprised there weren't a million people up there. We'll just call it our little secret.
We drove up to the ski resort (coming from Salt Lake City, Utah, which boasts the greatest snow on earth, I can't help but laugh at calling it a ski resort) and parked and had us some lunch. He's hot. Like a fine wine, gets better with age. Just kidding babe, I know you don't age. Note to self, don't ever let anyone take a photo of you a. eating b. from below you. I'm just sayin'. Just some good ol' Subway sandies. We've vowed to be a little more preparred for our next mountain adventure, which will include a home-made picnic. Someone was very thirsty. Don't worry Wonder Baby, we'll wait for you to finish that Coke.Done? Ok, moving on. This was right where we parked. We knew nothing of the trails, length, difficulty, etc, so we got out the jogging stroller and took off up this trail. It was funny. ROCKY, and funny to watch Wonder Baby's cheeks jiggle. He laughed a couple of times at the jiggling, then he wasn't so sure what to think about it. We didn't make it too far, before we ditched the hiking, for something a little more stroller friendly.Look at that view. Trees? In Vegas? Who knew?Scout loved it. Behind Tony is one of the trails and half pipe for the ski resort. Any of you Utah skiiers/snowboarders planning a trip to Vegas now, just for the stellar boarding? No? Come on...LOOK at that half pipe. Ok, we'll come there. Twisted our arms.Please note the little kid RUNNING towards us. I though his parents were maybe up ahead of us and he was trying to catch up with them. We were stopped lazily on the trail and as soon as he approached I turned around and said "you can pass us." He looked at me and said, "do you know if there are bathrooms up here?" ME: "Uh, probably not. Try the campground or ski area?" Kid: "Ok, thanks." Then he ran in the other direction. Was he trying to reach us just to ask us that? What the heck? So, after our "hike" we drove back down to Lower Lee Meadows. Seriously, that's all it is. A meadow.See?So, we took shelter under this shade tree, and I proceeded to teach my child how to dig in the dirt with a stick.Good mom, aren't I? Well, he tired of that pretty quickly, so we spent the rest of the afternoon following Wonder Baby while he wandered the meadow. He climbed, put tree bark, pineneedles, rocks, sticks, probably ants, any other mountain meadow findings in his mouth. Was fun! Like I said, next time... WAY better prep. He loved climbing on all the fallen trees and logs.Scout love to sniff, sniff, sniff. Like any good dog would.Then, when the log got boring, we opted to climb what other than...his stroller. Who needs nature when you have your stroller?See? We do exist in the same photo... not very often.The End.