I just got back last night from a trip to Colorado Springs. My sister, being the career woman that she is, won a fabulous trip based on her excellent job performance...and I got to accompany her. Yippee!
We stayed at the Broadmoor resort in Colorado Springs, which seemed much like the resort in Dirty Dancing (except bigger and fancier). I kept walking into buildings exclaiming, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner!" No one seemed to get it. But I'm used to that...so I kept on keeping on.
Day one we rode horses way up high in the mountains. Both Jennifer and I were absolutely certain we were experiencing altitude sickness, so when the bus (to the horse stalls) started on a perilous ascent up the mountain I was sorta worried I might pass out or do something embarassing. But no. My body held it together at 8000 ft. Thank you body. My horse's name was Moose. Moose was a fabulous horse, excepting her propensity to whack my legs against tree trunks resulting in a bruise the size of a baseball. Thanks Moose. Jennifer rode behind me and apologized to her horse the entire way...especially when we were riding uphill. I didn't apologize so much because I felt Moose was getting her ounce of flesh out through my shins.
The resort was incredibly beautiful. And temperate. Breezy even. I called Sterling and told him I would be unable to return to the heat and humidity, so he should pack up the kids and the house and meet me in Colorado. He did not comply. He's always had a bit of a disobedient streak. He is, however, willing to pay for good air conditioning. So I agreed to return home. Crisis averted.
As I'm sure you've noticed, I didn't take my big camera with me. We were carrying on our luggage...which meant it was the camera or my purse. I opted for the purse and made do with my iphone and instagram. Instagram rocks, is addictive even (my name is sbjones). If you are on...leave a comment with your username so I can follow you.
Each night there was an employee dinner. Surprisingly, the dinners were fun and Jenny's workmates were delightful and entertaining, especially Lilac who is Jewish and who really likes Mormons. It was a religious love fest. Shout OUT to Lilac!
We also hit the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo on the recommendation of my Colorado friend, Julie. Mostly, I just wanted to feed the giraffes...which I did...much to my delight. AND we got pedicures at the hotel spa. I'm going to be completely honest and tell you that the pedicure cost three times as much as my place back home. And it wasn't three times better. In fact, I'm not sure it was even AS good. But I looked out at swans gliding across the lake and enjoyed every second of it nonetheless. Also...got some complimentary nail polish. Not sure those folks know what "complimentary" means when they are charging an arm and a leg...but I sure do like the color.
I'm now safe and snug at home with only my big girls. Parker and Becca are at Camp Nana in Salt Lake City. I should take a stab at the laundry but have only recently been reunited with my Mac and the Interweb...so I'm a little busy at the moment. Looks to be an extremely non-productive day. Dont' tell.
Great report Sarah! Horses always get their pound of flesh. All animals do. I can only laugh at these people who kiss their animals in the mouth. They know not what they do. Non productive days are my favorite. Christian just got home from Rwanda two days ago. He will be here in another week or so.
Posted by: Aunt Mary | July 15, 2011 at 05:41 PM
Did you know our High School is Rocky Mountain High...I sing every time I pass...which is several times a day since I can see it from my house.
Posted by: Becky | July 15, 2011 at 08:02 PM