My Parents Are Crazy

We have been talking about going snowshoeing for awhile now. So when I found out that the National Parks were free over the Martin Luther King weekend, I knew we had to go to Rocky Mountain National Park to test out our snowshoe skills (not that much skill is required). We arrived at lunch time, dropped our stuff off at the room, and then met up with some friends who just so happened to go snowshoeing up there the same weekend. By the time we got into the park and got to our destination, it was already 2pm. It appeared that everyone was taking off their gear and packing up for the day. Meanwhile we were just starting to layer up and put on our snowshoes. I began to get frantic because I knew people thought we were crazy for taking our little one out in the cold so late in the afternoon. As we were getting ready to hit the trail a lady came up to us and told us we were either brave or crazy for taking Charlotte along with us which only confirmed my fears. We ventured around the woods for awhile until we hit a steep path where Mama Bear became concerned about her Baby Bear so we decided to turn back around and call it a day. At the end of the hike I asked Kayu if he thought Charlotte had fun or she just though her parents were crazy. His response: "Her parents are crazy."





The next day we went to Hidden Valley Snow Play area (the only place they allow sledding in the park). Again, I thought we were 'loco' for taking Charlotte out because it was ridiculously windy...but there was other little ones there, so I didn't feel so bad after all. Charlotte had a blast going down the slope. You could hear her giggling as we went down.