Happy Tuesday, everybuddy!
You wanna know a secret? One of the reasons we haven’t been posting as often lately isn’t cuz we don’t have anything to say. It’s cuz Mom feels bad if we post and you take the time to comment on our bloggie but we aren’t able to comment on yours. It just seems kinda rude somehow, ya know? But then we read MangoMomma’s super duper great postie on blogging last week and Mom realized something: the whole reason we started blogging was to keep track of stuff going on in our lives…to preserves the memories…kinda like a diary. So we’re gonna try to post more often and we hope you know that you sure don’t have to leave a comment if you’re too busy or whatever. Okay?
Anyways, waaaay back when…gosh, I think it was back like 20 million years ago…or March…we got the Shall-Ay ready and off we went on another camping adventure!
Oh, before I forget, Brudder Ranger says we should give you a little bit of history (if you like that kinda thing). The Pike National Forest (and my mountain – Pikes Peak) are named after this guy with funny clothes named Zebulon Pike.
He was an Army captain and in 1806, he was sent off to explore the southwestern part of the Lou-Wheezie-Anna Purchase and to find the headwaters of the Arkansas and Red rivers. So they were just toodling along and wham! All of a sudden there was this big ol’ mountain in their way. Well, they thought, “Hey! Lookit that! Let’s climb it!” Now, the mountain is super tall – 14,115 feet – and they obviously had on some fancy, non-mountain-climbing clothes. So they didn’t get very far before they had to give up. Then later in the trip, he got turned around and wandered into New Mexico and got captured by the Spanish. But for some reason, the mountain and a whole forest got named after him anyway. Go figure.
Anyways, peoples really only camp about 3 months outta the year here in Collie-rado. Which is KER-azy cuz we really do have super great weather for lots of the other 9 months. But it works out good for us cuz there was hardly anybuddy else there.
That meant we got to spread out and R-E-L-A-X!
Later on, we relaxed some more while Dad made us some bratwursts. (Which should really be called “bratbests,” if you asks me.)
After dinner, we all went for a little stroll on a walking/biking path that was near to the campground.
When we got back, it was getting a little chilly so Mom and Dad built a fire while I snuggled down in some blankies.
The next morning, we all slept in…
And then went hiking at this pretty place up the road called Mueller State Park.
Brudder Ranger and I played “Kingof the Rock!” (I’m pretty sure I won. But don’t tell Brudder Ranger.)
And then before you knew it, it was time to pack up and head home.
I sure can’t wait to go camping again. It is a Most Happy-making Adventure!