Originally, we wanted to go camping. This camping would also involve quite a bit of geocaching. Since we had gotten a few siblings addicted to the sport, we thought "Hey! Let's meet up with some family and cache together!" So we asked my eldest brother, whom - for the reason of blog anonymity - I shall refer to as Chuckles. Turns out he had a scheduled vacation coming up very quickly and why, yes! He'd love to go camping, just had to run the idea by his wife. Wife, while a fan of camping, is an even bigger fan of indoor plumbing. They found an excellent deal on a resort condo set in the picturesque town of Steamboat Springs. While known for it's natural hot springs, it's also a ski town; therefore, very reasonably priced and not completely overrun with tourists during the summer months (important later).
With a week to get ready, we packed our bags! It was a six hour drive but not a bad one. I had ample bribes for the kids. We arrived and were set for a fun vacation.
The first morning, this was the scene:
Kids are already having a great time. That first day, we headed to the Alpine Slide. Okay, remember how I mentioned my panic attacks? Well, they went into overdrive. Had to remind myself that it was perfectly fine, no need to go screaming after my babies as their father took them for an exciting ride. Bit my lip so hard it bled. I.Did.Not.Ride.The.Alpine.Slide. Nope. Sat at the bottom of the hill and tried not to cry. Honestly, I don't remember much else that we did that day because I was kinda freakin' out. Just a little. But da Boo had a blast! When asked what he thought, the Boy replied "Fast." Yup. And I forgot the camera.
That night, I was introduced to the Non-Bed. Had to take pain killers in the morning, my bionic shoulder hurt so much. But it was a new day! Without alpine slides! Had to be good, right?