Now, on to the trip. We left at 4am (also known as the buttcrack of dawn) on Thursday and promptly drove for 12 long hours. I had briefly considered taking a "leaving" picture, but I'm fairly certain Gnome would have killed me. So there are very few pictures of the trip out there. I was surprised at how flat Denver was. Oh, and I hate Kansas. Sorry if you live there, but there isn't much to see and the cell service sucks.
We stayed at Gnome's Aunt's cabin. She has bullmastiffs. I rarely take good pictures, so here's one with me and Poudre (who outweighs me by 10lbs):
We did some hiking around the cabin. Mike was able to get a few good pictures. I stayed as far away from the edge of the rocks as possible because I am terrified of heights.
We went on the Ghost Tour of the Stanley Hotel on Friday. I love Stephen King, and while I haven't watched the movie more than once, I have read The Shining several times. We did have a minor encounter with a ghost (that sort of thing happens to DH a lot). Lord Dunraven is a ghost known for grabbing women in a certain closet. We made some jokes about whether or not the ghost would be able to tell that Mike is a man or if he would be fooled because of Mike's long hair (it's down past his butt but he keeps it braided). We joked about it for a while. When we got out into the hallway, something forcefully knocked DH's sunglasses off of his head. It could have been the ghost or it could have been coincidental (although they were at the front of his head and fell down the back). Based on the jokes, we don't really think it was a coincidence.
Someone has a sense of humor (look closely at the ceiling).
We went to the wool market on Saturday. My DH and Gnome's DH didn't come in with us initially, but they drove around town. Apparently it's no big deal in Estes Park to let elk roam around on the road. DH sent me this pic:
I think shaved alpacas are just freaking adorable:
This should be the part where I should show you my epic stash enhancement from Estes. Well, um, I only bought 1 skein of yarn. It wasn't even for me-I bought it for my bff as a thank you for watching my dogs. In my defense, I was not a happy camper due to the tooth pain and I'm not really a fan of alpaca or mohair. So I drove 12 hrs and didn't bring home any yarn. BUT. I did score an awesome hat. I have a thing for goofy hats that goes back to my days as a cashier at Walmart during college. I learned that if you are wearing a ridiculous hat it is much harder for the customers to be rude to you. Here I am rocking the fauxhawk:
And since it's 100F in OKC these days, here's the fauxhawk's current resting place:
I can't have my poor swift getting cold in the a/c in our apt. Finally, I made pretty good progress on my skull socks. I started them in the car somewhere in the cell service black hole known as Kansas.
I think I'm in love.