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long lake

My favorite way to spend a Sunday is in the woods.  After some debacle trying to locate a suitable spot, we settled on Long Lake above Brainard Lake near Ward, CO.
 We packed in water, blankets, books and lunch for a four mile adventure through natures playground.
 Here are a few of the breath gulping vistas we encountered along the way:
And where else can you have a snow ball fight in August?
We found a gorgeous peninsula near the lake and settled in for a few hours of picnicking, reading and ogling the splendor.
 Bodhi decided to catch a fish with his "bare hands!!", alas he was unsuccessful but that didn't stop him from playing in icy snowmelt water for thirty minutes.
The boys did famously and didn't begin crying, moaning and complaining until after the three mile mark.
Another perfect day in paradise.

Comments

Wind said…
I wish I was in your family!!!! Boo-hoo I wanna go!
August 10, 2011 at 8:06 PM
Angelina Lloyd said…
Aahh my dear sister-wife YOU ARE MY FAMILY, just at a proximal distance in the physical dream. I bring you with me every where I go, surely you know that!
August 10, 2011 at 8:56 PM
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