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Honeymoon

Four months ago, Adam and I were on our honeymoon!  We went to Estes Park, Colorado, and we had a wonderful time.  Here is the proof!



We rented a cabin at the YMCA camp there, and it was perfect.  No technology, and hikes everyday.






On our first day, we drove into Rocky Mountain National Park and made it up to about 9,000 feet.  We got about 50 feet from the car before we realized that, as Nebraskans, we were not prepared for hiking mountains in May.  The ground was covered in ice and snow, and it was drizzling.  So we drove down to 7,000 feet and found a better (aka clearer) path.  It was chilly and rainy, but perfect.  The hazy views were breathtaking.









Day two of hiking, we went in the opposite direction and we were almost too hot!  It's funny what a difference a couple thousand feet can make.  We hiked up to this lake on top of the mountain where we ate lunch.  As we were sitting there, this girl came running out of the forest from the other direction.  We chatted with her for a minute and it turned out she was a part of a running club that runs 10-15 miles through the mountains every weekend then gets breakfast.  Who does that??  Coloradans are nuts!!



I did tree yoga


And Adam tried too :)



We went to the Shining hotel too!  We got a drink at the bar, because duh. 

We Caught a Fish

As you can probably tell from the pictures, these were taken over the summer.  Playing catch-up is obviously not my forte.  In September, Adam and I went camping with a couple couples and the cutest dang baby!

We only went for one night, which was super fun, but it's always nice to get in two nights.  It's so relaxing to be in a spot with no cellphone service and thousands of stars.  Kind of like a reboot for your mind. 

We spent about 45 minutes at a gas station trying to get fishing licenses, so even though it was a pretty small lake, we decided we had to spend at least that much time fishing.  Matt caught the only "fish," which can kind of be seen below.  Fishing was definitely a bust, but it was still fun.

Olive is pretty much the cutest, most emotive one year old I know.  She also has the most serious death glare I've seen.  Don't get on her bad side.

Camping always brings me back to my childhood.  Instead of family reunions, my family always went camping for a week in Colorado.  I remember playing baseball with all my cousins in the dusty roads and fishing with my Snoopy fishing pole (or at least trying to fish, and only succeeding in throwing my pole in the water instead of casting).  I really think my cousins and I are closer than most, and all our camp trips are the reasons why.

What camp trip would be complete without red beers? (adding tomato juice! If you haven't tried it, do.  It's delicious.)

The best way to start a fire?  Just blast it with lighter fluid.  As you can tell, this is two seconds before explosion time.

Once the good whiskey got busted out, Olive got sleepy.  I'm pretty sure her dad was feeding it to her in hopes she would crash. (Just kidding Nate!!)

It was a wonderful trip, and I can't wait to make it back out.  This summer was a little too hectic to travel around on the weekends, but hopefully now that life has calmed down, we'll be able to fit in at least a few camp trips a season!