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We spent the weekend celebrating Baba and Mojo's birthday, in mountain style. Early Saturday morning (well kind of early) we drove up past Nederland to the cabin. The weather greeted us in resplendent verdent hues and the simplicity of cabin life slowed each of us down (except Bodhi of course). Shane pitched our enormous tent in front of the cabin, while the Grand's cozied up inside.

Owen paraded around, looking dashing, and having some unseen pokemon battle, completely oblivious to the doings of those around him.

Bodhi caught Baba trying to nap on the deck (God forbid) and promptly put an end to that.

The boys went mushroom hunting and found several large boletus edulis, which we sauteed for supper on Sunday.

Bodhi kept the family in shape, by running hither, thither and yon with unlikely speed and agility.


Baba, Mojo and Bodhi have an early AM chat.

Bodhi engaged in his favorite activity...eating!

We all went on a family hike through the stunning beauty of the Indian Peaks wilderness. It was a magical hike and a glorious day!

Owen discovered a fairy house and with an excited reverence, bent down to converse with his elemental pals.

The boys, hand in hand, walking back to the car. What a spectacular weekend, packed full of radiant moments, laughter and love.

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