This morning was so clear, breezy and non-smoky that we decided to take a long walk at Ute Valley Park. I overheard people in Starbucks saying that spot fires had broken out here last week. I don't know if that's true, but I'm ever so glad my park is still fine.
Then in the afternoon we walked from Old Colorado City to Manitou Springs. It was a lot of work. I tried to fit in with the hippies by wearing my baby in a sling.
Alexandra insisted we eat custard.
After all her hard work walking, Allie was plum tuckered.
For dinner, we wanted to feel American, even though there wouldn't be any fireworks, so we got barbecue and ate it while listening to Bluegrass.
And then we had a tickle party with dad.
(By the way, that's the mini-massager I'm supposed to be working on my wrist scar with, not some weird baby torture device.)