Lloyd’s sister’s family went on a camping trip to Colorado last summer and she made a beautiful photo book to document the experience. (She is really good at making those books.) One of the places they went was Mesa Verde, and she had some gorgeous photos of the place.
I remembered that my family went there when I was three, but I didn’t know if I had pictures. Long ago I put gobs of my family’s photos on Flickr, but I have since let the account lapse and can no longer sign in. I could search for myself, and though I didn’t find any Mesa Verde pictures, there were plenty of our pre-Apache-camper camping days. God bless my parents for hauling their kids out into the beauty.
Not a Prius in sight.
Hold the phone! Just found ’em:
Lauren's dad says
You insisted on walking down the 100 or so steps on the stairway into the Balcony House while Mom helplessly watched us go down, as you tightly held my hand. You did great climbing out on the ladders as I nearly embraced you, in case you’d slip. Your brothers had a blast climbing in an out of the allowed rooms. Thanks for bringing the memories to the surface.
Loveland Pass, Libby Creek?, and Maroon Bells; right?
Lauren's dad, again says
Oops! I failed to mention that Keren was exploring, too. You were in tow with her.
Brad says
Is that an ancient Native American construction in the last picture? You could climb on it?
Jill says
Your banner title brings back horrible memories of high school choir. Not one of my favorite songs, due to all the sliding done by the sopranos.
Mark says
How do you remember that the small camper was an Apache? That’s a name I don’t remember, and now I’m really curious.
Lauren says
I don’t actually know. A friend and I were talking about camping and their family had an Apache that sounded like what we had. If you Google it, that seems to be the right image. 🙂