I am not a native Coloradan. There are no mountains in my blood (think farms, water falling from the sky for free, cows, corn, things like that for what I'm made of), and I'm not a hiker or camper or outdoorswoman in any sense of the word. We've thus explored the wonderful museums and zoos and city-dwelling activities of Colorado, and have even ventured to a farm or two to pick strawberries or ride behind a tractor to pick food.

 

Mountains, though, have eluded me. And if you're not a mountaineer before three children, it's difficult to become one with three-under-five in tow.

 

However, it turns out that just one measly hour outside of Denver (totally the neighborhood!), there was a mountain out there hiding (you know, hiding. That's why I didn't know about it...) that you could drive up to the top and look at the whole world. A 14er with a parking lot. This was something that my unmountaineering self and my three tiny children could handle.

 

 

So we went.

 

Up.

 

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