|Triplets room for the weekend|
We got in late Thursday, put the kids to bed, and went to sleep. Friday we woke up and decided that we were going to load the family in the Yukon and go over to Silverton (about 25 miles straight up-hill). On the way there the road gets up to 10640 feet(ish). That's the elevation they let you turn your electronic stuff back on in airplanes. I am surprised that the Yukon made it! Just outside of Silverton we went to a gold mine, literally, a gold mine, "Old Hundred Gold Mine". Yes, we loaded up all 6 kids, got our slickers and hard hats on, boarded the train to go 1/3 of a mile into a mountain, and learned how they used to mine the mountain. There were a couple of times the tour guide turned on the old-school equipment--it was LOUD! Taya slept through the whole thing, and the boys (all of them) were just fine with the noise. After the tour we decided to try our luck at panning for gold. It's a good thing I have another job, because we would not make it very far if I was a panner.
|Cooper doing some demolition, "Fire in the Hole!"|
|Me and the boys, look at Ethan the gangster with the backwards hard hat|
We got back to our place, took the boys to the pool, which has a little slide, got them all worn out, came home and went to bed. Saturday was the day of the big race! The Iron Horse. These guys are nuts! They rode their bikes from Durango to Silverton. It is a 50 mile race, uphill probably 75-80% of the time, gaining approximately 5000 feet of elevation. We actually had a couple of friends do the race, they did it in about 3.25 hours. That is awesome! Because of the race, the main road in and out of our place was completely shut down so we decided to walk to the pool and get sunburned in the morning.
|Mom and Anderson|
We went into Durango after naps, and got some KFC and went to a park. We drove around Historic Durango for a few minutes, and then the babies started to cry which is our cue to head back. Today (Sunday), we went back into Durango and went to church. We then made the 45 minute drive to Mesa Verde National Park. This was an amazing place, it has several Native American homes that are built right into the overhanging rocks on the side of cliffs. We (yes, all of us) hiked about a quarter mile downhill to one of the ruins. We then went in the opposite direction...uphill, back to the car. It is a lot harder to go uphill pushing a double stroller than going downhill pushing a stroller.
You know how your blood kinda curdles when you are driving with your kids in the car when the baby starts crying? Well, this was our situation today, only it was all three babies, and then the brothers constantly asking if we're there yet, keep in mind that they are trying to talk over the decibel level of the 3 crying babies. Needless to say, I was doing all I could to not stop the car and run outside to scream my head off! After about 30-45 minutes of this, everyone finally calmed down and watched the movie that was playing during the fiasco. I tell you this so that next time you go on a car trip and your baby starts to cry, just remember to think positively, "at least we're not the Hutchings!"
We went on a road trip. Yes, we are that crazy! And we haven't even gone home yet! Keep us in your prayers!