I admit…

…that I’ve been a huge slacker lately.  But we’ve been busy.  Crazy, over-the-top, nonstop busy.  That’s my excuse, anyway.  So here starts my lame attempt to get caught up in all the excitement that’s bringing our summer to an end.

Last week, one of my best friends from college came to visit.  From Hawaii.  Yup.  I guess when you live on one of the most beautiful places on earth, you still need to get away every once in a while. 

We took her and her fiancé up to Breckenridge for the day last week.  The boys rented mountain bikes and took them up the ski lift so that they could ride down the mountain side.  And since that’s not exactly a Piper-friendly activity, Amy, Piper and I settled on driving back into town and walking through the shops.  It was nice to have some girl time with just Amy; I miss having her around! 

But before we took the boys up the mountain, we stopped at the dam reservoir to have a dam lunch.  We passed up the dam brewery this time, because we had a dam dinner last time we were up there, and decided it’d be nice to do something different (okay, okay- I stole this from the brewery- it really is called the Dam Brewery, and they sell dam beer.  And dam t-shirts.  And dam glasses.  It’s the funniest (and only) dam place in town…)

Sidenote:  someone asked me the other day if she’s “always this happy”.  My response is always the same- Yes, except for when she’s not. 

My lame attempt at getting a cute mountain shot of the twerp.  She was much too interested in eating rocks to give me her cute smile.  And I was much too interested in keeping them out of her mouth.  And when that failed, I was much too interested in keeping them out of her esophagus.

The next night, they and some of their friends who just moved into town from Hawaii (yeah, apparently that happens, too) came over from dinner.  We had a lot of fun.  Amy and Jesse left that night to drive to Montana.  They come to the mainland about once a year, and we’re always tickled pink to see them!  And it looks like we’re going to have to (gosh, darn it) make a trip back out to Hawaii in the next few years for a wedding.  We’re heart broken, obviously.