There*s no place like home

Yesterday we came home from the western slope after spending time with Nana & Papa Coble. Spencer and Maycee spent a total of ten days over there, with Matt, Thane and I joining them for the last few. The kiddos enjoyed their time with their grandparents so very much, then acted as if they had been away for months. They exclaimed with delight at freight trains even though the same trains roll through our town every day. Maycee posed her sleeping baby brother with random objects so that she could have an excuse to use the camera. And while reading his Star Wars dictionary Spencer asked us what prototype means. Hmmm. How does a parent explain that one?  Then there were the dogs jingle-jangling their tags with impatience. Oh, did I forget to mention we took the dogs with us? Yea, five people and two dogs with luggage for all of us in a Subaru Outback. Fun stuff. We were able to go on our first hike of the year while in Glenwood Springs visiting a friend. The hike involved a visit to the alleged grave of Doc Holliday. Cool. Along the way we saw two different herds of elk, multiple hawks and falcons, one small flock of brilliant bluebirds and one herd of ranch raised bison. We went from the high desert, through canyons, over passes taller than most states tallest mountains and finally found our way to the front range.
As I often like to say: Home again, home again jiggety jig.