The weather in Colorado has gone from March to August in one week. Has anyone else noticed this? Yet, we can't quite enjoy it in Southern Colorado, as the smoke from an Arizona fire has made our fair city look like Mexico City and smell like Port-au-Prince. In fact, as I write this, I'm squinting and coughing from the smoke. (Cough, cough, "Mer-man!" Cough, cough.) I should probably go inside, but I've so missed the warmth!
So Mike and I decided to head into the mountains in the hopes that the smoke hadn't penetrated them...It had. But not quite as badly. We went for one of our favorite hikes, the Crags on Pikes Peak, which is a good way to turn a smoky 90 degree day in town into a less smoky 75 degree day in the mountains.
Here's Mikey on the hike. Notice how there's actually a blue tinge in the sky despite the smoke?
And here's me posing for my 23 1/2 week photo. I have a belly! Yay!
It was nice to get off the ol' kiester, even if my lumbering, ponderous pregnant body hiked the 4 miles in 3 hours, rather than our usual 2. The smoke made everything look bluish and desolate. The bare rocks and dead trees helped.
As we hiked, we discussed all the fun Christmas and holiday family traditions we want to start with Alexandra, along with all the fun hikes we want to bring her along! Which reminds me, we need to get our professional pregnancy photos taken. We're thinking of going for this look. Or maybe this. I think the feather is really us. And don't forget, we need something for our Christmas cards too. What do you think?