Colorado July 4th

We love spending the 4th of July at the cabin.  First, it isn't 110 degrees.  Second, as schedules permit, our children and grandchildren come up to join us.   This year we had Coleman and his family, and Afton and her boys.  That's 11 people, 8 boys, lots of food!!!  The locusts of Salt Lake Valley have nothing over these kids...or, like my mother who grew up on a farm used to say, " It was like feeding the thrashers."

We also love the small town feel of Bayfield on Independence Day.  It's an all day event, with pancake breakfast, parade, small town rodeo and naturally the fireworks, every bit as good as the big city, but no traffic.  We throw blankets (yes Phoenix...blankets and jackets to bundle up in) and lawn chairs into the back of the pick-up, and drive 10 minutes into town.  We park in the lot of the bank, set up our chairs and enjoy the fireworks flying directly overhead.  At the end of the show, everything is thrown back into the truck, and we are home in 10 minutes.  Did I mention no traffic?  Got to love that! Not to mention no dust, no temperatures above 100, and nobody is angry because we are too hot.  This year, because of the drought and fires, there was also no fireworks...Well, not in Bayfield anyway.  Mother nature provided our fireworks that night.  In the late afternoon it started to rain while Terry was cooking the hamburgers and hotdogs outside.  It was just sprinkling so no problem.  Later we enjoyed a light show, with lightening striking a tree on the neighbors property about 150 yards away.  Yikes it was loud!

My real reason for blogging was to send out some pictures.

We took a hike to Treasure falls. 

Afton with her camera.  She is more creative than we are.

Our urban cowboys oldest to youngest.  Jason, Nick,Trevor, & Ryan (Cole's boys) Ethan (Afton's) Erik (Cole's) Aidan & Oliver (Afton's)

 

 

 They were very cooperative about taking photos of them everywhere.  But it was difficult to get everyone looking the right was at the same time.

 One of Cole's dogs decided to join them. 

The bridge over the creek at our cabin.