Wednesday morning, my whole family and I hopped into our respective vehicles, and three (jam) packed cars caravanned six hours to Ouray, Colorado.
It’s an old little mining town in the southwest part of Colorado that my family used to visit a lot when I was growing. We hiked, swam in the hot springs, ate ice cream, saw a train, drove over the million dollar highway to another little mining town called Silverton, and just enjoyed being outside and with each other.
(Also, even though I swoon over the Caribbean and declare my life bleak when the temperature dips below 85 degrees…I’ll never get sick of Colorado and the Rocky Mountains. I’m in awe of them even after living here for my entire life. If you’ve never visited…you must.)