We spent a few days on the road before Jay needed to start back at work for the New Year.
An inch of snow....
This past summer when I took the girls for three weeks on the road there was no fighting...
There was a lot of fighting.
There were no tears this past summer, less that one time we were leaving the Grand Canyon heading to Zion and there were no gas stations open... No food... etc. and we ran out of snacks. It may have been my definition of a personal nightmare (and Lex's.)
There were a lot of tears.
The overall disaster of this trip was amazingly impressive.
Ten years from now we will remember the tears at Chaco as we ran along a trail looking for the petroglyphs and waiting an hour in the car to regain circulation in our fingers and toes.
The girls became the first and second Jr. Rangers at Chaco in 2015 and we really enjoyed having the park to ourselves.
A tradition made over the summer, one which would not die on an 11 degree day.
Not impressed with his interruptions while taking pics of some great kiva's.
At this point Jay had already hiked this area while I waited in the car with the girls. While excavating the ruins they discovered many macaw skeletons which had been traded up this way, the feathers have been found at Mesa Verde showing some pretty extensive trade paths.
The snowball queen.
Because I like our blog to be a place of honesty, I should probably mention that dad went out there because of the wind... Someone needed a little help walking to the sign. We plan on heading back to the sister parks again at some point in the future. Carlsbad had closed because there was no water going to the park... and apparently they closed the highway to the park;) We may have driven around the already knocked over sign.
The girls enjoyed Blizzards company on the trip. I'm not sure she appreciates pink flower bows... but it did stay in her hair for a few hours.
Our last stop was Capulin, A1 very much enjoys exploring geology so this was a very fun trip. She's been rather disappointed though in the past few weeks. Since visiting Volcan de Colima has erupted. Yes, silly me planned our trip to the wrong Mexico.
Overall, I'm learning to appreciate failure and misadventure. There have been many field trips that went off without a hitch that we have few memories of... while the trips that failed, we remember. Plus, when a misadventure happens we have an excuse to go back. This trip, less Chaco- will likely be repeated.