Aw...Mondays Saturday we attended the Scottish Festival in Estes Park, Colorado. On the way up there our daughter Rebekah said she thought she saw a Moose in this little park off the main road. As we drove home later that day, we saw him napping in that park so we stopped in the driveway next door and he obliged us by letting us take some photos of him. Afterwards, he went back to his napping.
We had a great time at the Scottish Fest although the weather was overcast, raining and fog hanging on the mountains. I overheard one gentleman in the traditional kilt and tartan plaid say to someone, this reminds me of home, in Scotland.
I love barns so I took this photo. In Lyons, Colorado on the road to Estes Park.
We should have worn different shirts to Guanella and Averytown as our son-in-law Zach calls Georgetown because Avery is really George Avery in honor of both of his grandfathers. We had to eat our yummy lunch inside the car as the wasps were thick as thieves! My cute Target hat kept the sun off my nose and face.
Love is....an end to a perfectly wonderful and very spontaneous drive to the mountains twice in three days!
“Far better it is for you to say: "I am a sinner," than to say: "I have no need of religion." The empty can be filled, but the self-intoxicated have no room for God.”
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