I’m lax in getting all our pictures and stuff up from when we visited T’s family out in Colorado and Wyoming, so this week is a special treat—13 select pictures from that trip, with explanations (do you not expect me to expound on them? 😀 )
T hamming it up for the camera—we had just bought this one, as our old fancier one had taken a bath earlier this year, and I had already taken a picture, but told him to look natural. So he looked silly. Typical.
P playing on the playground in Sterling, Co. They have an AWESOME rec center, with 2 pools (one indoors, one outside), a playground and some outdoor exercise equipment (I’ve got picture of that too, but I don’t know that I’ll post them, yet.). We have none of that around here–there’s an Olympic size swimming pool here at the college, and they used to have a course on the campus grounds that was like the exercise equipment, but they took those down years ago, and of course there are playgrounds all over, but not stuff all in one place like this. And we’re about the same size as Sterling.
D playing on the same playground, on the side for the bigger kids. She’s always been my monkey, so it’s always fun to see her going across jungle gyms 🙂
The caption speaks for itself.
T is holding the cat his dad has had since T was in school. And he’s wearing a shirt that we bought while in Sterling picking his mom up to come hang with us at his dad’s house. We try to buy shirts while we’re out there to mark the occasion. The first time we went out, WalMart was selling shirts with the state the store was in and a map of the state—made for an uncomfortable moment for my father in law going “we lived there and there and there” on the Colorado shirt while I was wearing it. Not really uncomfortable bad, just “yeah, that’s why I didn’t touch the shirt while I was saying it” kinda uncomfortable. I like to point out where we’ve been sometimes when I wear the shirt even now. Though it’s getting old and grungy. T doesn’t wear the shirt from when we first went very often (though he did just yesterday while he was going through all his clothes in the washroom—and he wore it the day I gave birth to P), so his is all nice and new 😐
I wasn’t sure that I was going to get to post any of these, but P just looked so cute trying to use the rower! 🙂
I thought this one was so awesome that I had to post it again. We were heading down to Loveland (which is almost right next to Ft. Collins now) to find someplace for D to swim (she just HAD to swim because we didn’t get a chance to while we were in Sterling, even though we had tried). We drove right into a rain storm, which was just great because we were in T’s dad’s Saturn Ion, which is no longer the car it was when he first bought it and drove out here in 2003 (when he bought it brand new). I didn’t freak, but was instead praying the whole time we were in the downpour, and really felt His presence with us. When we went around Ft. Collins looking at places from T’s youth, we were in the trailer park he lived in when he enlisted in the Army and was thus his Home of Record when we met and were discharged, and saw this while we were leaving. T stopped and took this picture. I’m reminded that God’s covenant with Noah, that He would never do anything quite so total to the human race again, was a rainbow.
This is the first in a series of photos from when we went from Cheyenne to Rawlins and surrounding towns they had lived in to see many places T has told me about in our 13 years together. We were driving along before Laramie and even before the monument for the Lincoln Highway, and I was just amazed watching out the windows and seeing the clouds so close it was like I could touch them. I had at that point never been up that high—clouds always seemed miles away, always do here closer to sea level. Now it felt like I could almost reach out and touch a real cloud while still standing.
This is the monument at the rest stop that commemorates the Lincoln Highway. Here’s the plaque that explains it (much better than I):
I’ve always found one of the most beautiful and amazing things in Wyoming to be the windmill farms they have out there. What better way is there to harness the natural energy of the planet, than to use wind? I think the controversies going on over in Westfield are just ridiculous, and I for one wouldn’t mind having a windmill in my backyard. There is so much wind flipping around, might as well use it! Besides, the way things are going, we’ll probably have to go back to that anyhow—all that aside, I was just in awe when we saw these coming up, and I’m pretty sure T was interested in it too!
This shows how small the town T was born and first lived in was—it’s small enough the wildlife hasn’t gone too far. I think this might have even have been in the old family homestead’s front/side yard (which is quite more “urban” than the one from my dad’s family. Never seen anything much of the like from either mom’s side, other than glances at the house my mom grew up in a few times. But that house didn’t have generations living and being born and dying in it like the house my dad grew up in. My grandpa was the last of his family to be born there. 🙂 ). That has to be one of the best things of living in a small town—in some parts of this town, you can find deer or other small creatures around from time to time.
I guess this has been up there for quite some time, it’s got fond memories for T. If you can’t see more than the big R, it’s also got “Rawlins” written up at the top.
This is the picture of my father in law’s GPS in his van. In case you can’t see it—it says we are 10,624 feet up in the air—approximately 2 miles. And if we had stopped and gotten out (which would have been crazy as we were after all on a nice winding hill road), we would have been STANDING ON SOLID GROUND 2 miles up in the air. I thought it was amazing being under the clouds and thinking how it was like I could touch them—I could have touched them now, AND it was SNOWING in the middle of August!!! That doesn’t even happen here in Western New York!!!!
I should have another set of 13 up next week. There are still more pictures, and at least one more folder on the card for the camera, of pictures we took!
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