Rocky Mountain High....Colorado....

I like the feeling of waking up to the mountain air. It feels like I'm finally breathing for the first time. This trip was more of an escape. Its always a welcome refreshing vacation. However, when I leave for Oklahoma again, it feels more like I'm just starting the vacation and leaving my home.



The majority of the time I went natural. I pledged no make-up, nor fixing of hair the entire time. My garb usually consisted of my fathers camo gear, because being used to the Oklahoma climate and abruptness of the trip I was unprepared for the chilly weather. Most days the high being around the high sixties, and the low at night getting around freezing and below.



The four-wheeling trips were amazing. The new Frontier prooved its worth too. One of the trips up into the mountains alone quickly got interesting because it was nearing dark and I was somewhat lost on the 4-wheeler. Then, while studying an old trail map I found under my seat, I heard the scariest sound in the world. This other-worldly, screaming screech. The only reason I knew what animal it belonged to, was because I recently watched a video of a mountain lion hunt my father went along on to observe. Needless to say, I was worried. All ended well, and I think the adrenaline rush made it pretty interesting. But the most fun I experienced during the trip would have to have been beating my father at pool.



I dont know whether he just played that much when he was in college to have retained the skill, or if its just natural, but I don't believe I have ever seen my father practice. The times I have seen him play at all have been few and far between, but he somehow manages to retain a professional level of play. However, with my mom and I on one team and Scott and my father on the other team, we ended up tied after six games! Meaning I BEAT MY FATHER AT POOL THREE GAMES IN A ROW! *sigh* it was wonderful. After all the guff he gave us about not being able to play pool because we were women, and we beat him. Hehe.