15,000 acres {at the ranch}

We woke up in South Dakota and headed straight for the Wyoming state line, then turned south through Denver and on past Colorado Springs, to Canon City, and then south and west and south and west along the Arkansas River until we arrived at the ranch.

[This was the day that the road hours added up to just-about-too-many for this mama.  A week after pulling out of Denver and we were back where we started, with jet lag in our rear view mirror and 30plus hours buckled in the car.  The crazy re-entry plan that called for different beds in different cities in different states and all of us sleeping piled on top of each other for days on end was pure craziness, and at that very moment I was mostly sure it was originally Matt's idea - ha!

But I'm happy to report that recovery from the moment of despair was quick, and helped by an hour long pit stop where Kristi and I filled our carts with groceries for the ranch.]

Because, as it turns out, a 15,000 acre ranch is not conveniently located next to a grocery store. or a gas station.  or a restaurant.  or a stoplight.

This ranch was AMAZING.

And our hosts (friends of friends) were the KINDest people in Colorado.  I'm sure of it.

Not long after we pulled up (for our free stay at the extra house on the property) John asked the kids if they wanted to ride on the back of his truck and help feed the cows.  Then he asked Matt if he minded driving the 4 wheeler (which he didn't!)

NO picture could ever capture how incredible this place truly is.  And we lived every single moment there to its fullest.