Pike's Peak

On Friday we took a train to the top of Pike's Peak, a mountain over 14,000 feet tall. There weren't many pictures taken from the top, because it made me just a little dizzy. But it was an absolutely beautiful ride, and after awhile I stopped taking pictures and just got lost in the view. We saw some sheep, which I got pictures of, and a mountain goat, which I didn't.

Yesterday we just hung out and rested up. And in a few minutes, if Brent EVER decides to finish his lunch, we'll be headed to the Colorado state fair in Pueblo for our last big hoorah of the trip.

Also, Friday night Brent and Gram-pa spent the night in the RV, and last night I took the shift. We listened to the thunder and watched the lightening, and listened for bears (there weren't any!). Brent slept great. But it often goes that way when you sleep diagonal in the small bed and hog all the covers on a cold night.

This buck was in the yard, with two smaller bucks. They let me get about 15 feet away before I got this look. You can see one of the smaller ones in the shadow.