
For Thanksgiving this year, we went out to Denver to visit my sister Connie and her husband Sugi. Andy's friend Stuart lives out there as well, so he joined us for Thanksgiving dinner. That Saturday, we decided to go for a hike at a place called Devil's Head. It was...fun. We had a few clues that should have warned us we weren't prepared, such as: 1) the road was closed 1/2 mile before the trailhead because there was snow, 2) the *few* other people we passed, who were coming DOWN (we started somewhat late in the afternoon), were wearing coats, boots, hats, gloves, scarves...etc. But, be that as it was, we decided to hike it anyway. Notice the light jackets, tennis shoes, and lack of gloves or hats or any other warm apparel. However, I do love the look of love and trust on Kylee's face as she began the hike with Dad.

As we hiked, (most of the way in snow), we hit a few slick spots, but for the most part, it wasn't too bad. We alternated holding Kylee's right hand, then left hand, so her fingers wouldn't get too cold. Eventually we stole Connie's earmuffs (she came slightly prepared), and put them on Kylee.

Doesn't Sugi look thrilled? He had actually left his coat in the car (10 miles down the road...we went up to the top in Stuart's jeep), because he was too hot. Oops.

There were some spots that were not too snowy, but as you can see, the sun was going down before we got to the top. But, we'd made it that far, we had to keep going.

At the very end, you had to hike up 145 stairs to a forrest service fire look-out tower. Kylee had hiked most of the way up the trail before Andy started carrying her because she was too slow, and then she was a trooper enough to hike up all 145 stairs with me.


The view from the tower was really pretty. You could see for miles in every direction. However, it was COLD. The wind was blowing, the sun was going down, and it was the end of November at 10,000 feet elevation. Go figure!
By the time we got down, it was dark. Kylee was convinced we were going to get lost, and it was so cold, the water in the waterbottles Sugi was carrying was starting to freeze as he walked. Luckily, Stuart's jeep comes equipped with remote control start...so he had the heater already blasting when we got back to the car. When poor Kylee warmed up a little she said to me, "Mommy! I got lots of snow in my shoes and now my feet are wet! Isn't that silly?" I'm thinking this might be chalked up on one of my "worst mom ever" moments. Stuart's jeep said it was 23 degrees outside. We're hoping that was a smidge inaccurate...but add that to the frozen water, and it's probably not far off. It was certainly an adventure!!