Rocky Mountain Spring

The rain is refreshing. The mornings have this chill in the air. Everything smells crisp and fresh. It warms up to a perfect 70 degress by noon and gives a cooling shower around 4. I grew up spending summer vacations camping, hiking, and fishing all over this state. What I love most is the memories that flood back. I caught my first fish in Idaho Springs. Not another one after I learned that I had to clean and eat it. I still followed my dad everywhere though. He loved to take the path that no one else did. I was constantly pushing branches out of my face and climbing rocks and hillsides. Loving every second. He took the truck over the same kind of trails too. It had the entire family whiteknuckled. The suburban wasn't exactly made for 4wheeling. My sister and I would skip around the campsite singing at the top of our lungs. Usually the same song over and over again. We were gonna grow up to be campground hosts. My dad would always try to find a spot next to the river for my mom. We could hear it rushing all night. My youngest sister gave the outhouses a new name that stuck - they are still called stinkhouses. Near the end of the trip we would meet up in Mountain Park and the clan would take over the campground. My grandparents, my aunt and uncle with their kids, and us. That made 7 kids, 6 adults, and I think around 4 dogs. A mini family reunion.
These weren't the only vacations that we took. Sometimes we'd go to California or Oregon to see my mom's family. We also spent time in Montana, Wyoming, and North and South Dakota. The most tatoos I've seen in one place was when the suburban broke down and we got stuck in Sturgis for the 50th bike ralley. A very educational trip to say the least. My parents would have liked to blind fold us all ( and plug our ears).
Colorado was always my favorite though. I'd read the sign everytime we crossed in "Welcome to Colorful Colorado".