~> Every three years in February my guy and I take a work/vacation trip to Las Vegas. We go for the World Of Concrete convention and spend about half our time doing convention stuff and half our time doing fun stuff. This year we invited some friends from California to meet us there and spend the afternoon/evenings wandering around Vegas with us. It was awesome! Well worth the exhaustion, aching feet and sore back from all that go-go-go. My favorite thing was riding the High Roller at sunset. Beautiful! These are just a few of my favorite photos captured during our week away.
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When friends send you a text that says We want to go camping with you. You make it happen. It’s too good an invitation to pass up.
You pack the Jeep, gather the furry kids into the back seat, and set out for a six hour drive on Friday night. South and West is your destination, into the mountains, into Grand Mesa.
You are greeted in the chilly night air, happy to have arrived, excited for this little adventure. You set up camp via headlight at midnight and eventually crawl into the nest of sleeping bags and quilts.
In the morning you greet the sun with smiles. You start a fire, working at it a bit in the damp. Making it happen, happy to see it flame and hear it crackle.
You discover biscuits in a cast iron roaster over the fire are the best idea for breakfast ever. And smores are awesome anytime of day.
You enjoy the views and the adventure. Spending your day exploring these mountains and lakes. When you go off-roading and slide off the trail it’s nice to meet new people as they winch you back to solid ground. It’s sad that with all the slipping, sliding, dragging, boulder scrapping your Jeep sustains no real battle scars to be a testament to the ride. But the story is there, and that is awesome.
You fall in love with these woods, with this water, the plants that don’t grow in the mountains only an hour from your house. You fall in love with your state all over again.
Hiking in the afternoon is undeterred by a little drizzle of rain. The trails are short and easy, but the company and the sights are perfection.
You make plans to come back, with 35 different camp sites to choose from you might have to try a new one each time. One right on a lake next time? Yes.
A chilly evening isn’t too bothersome by the fire. Good food, good drinks, and good company is warming and lovely. You’ve come prepared and turn on heaters in the tents for the sleep that must eventually come. Being so tired and not wanting to go to bed. Being sad that the next day you must pack up your retreat and trek home. Being excited for the next time, and making plans. Again and again.
You begin your last day with smores! And also so grateful that life brought these friends back into your life and worked in such a way that they moved back to Colorado from afar. Life is an orchestra and the conductor has blessed you.
Sometimes it is just that good.