On Monday, the Bear and I went to the eye doctor. It was our first time seeing this group and we liked them. They said I need glasses, though. I have a mild astigmatism, and I "may be more comfortable" wearing glasses when I watch TV or - when I am tired - read, sew or crochet. The news did not come as a surprise, but I will have to train myself to wear glasses as needed. I haven't picked the glasses yet but I'm kind of excited. Which is maybe slightly sad, but I haven't had anything new, for myself, in a while.
We had our eyes dilated that day, but we had a little extra time after our appointment while the Bear's parents kept the small Bears, so we stopped for frozen yogurt, though we could barely see; we called it a blind date. The children and their grandparents made dinner for us. They made meatloaf, Waldorf salad and green beans, with angel-food cake and raspberries for dessert.
We drove to southwestern Colorado on Tuesday morning, passing through Santa Fe, Espanola and Chama, New Mexico along the way. Our destination was Durango, Colorado, a small town near the San Juan Mountains and National Forest.
In Santa Fe, we stopped to tour the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum. I've always wanted to see it. The GB was especially excited, having studied O'Keeffe's work in school this year. I'll share more about the museum another time, but suffice it to say, it was wonderful.
We arrived in Durango in late afternoon, stopping at a grocery store for provisions and continuing on toward our accommodations at Durango Mountain Resort, a ski resort in the mountains above the town. Here, we had reserved a two-bedroom condo for a few days, luxurious digs at low summertime rates. We'd stayed here before, about five years ago, and looked forward to visiting again. Our stay was so nice; we cooked most of our own meals in the kitchen, sat on the deck and watched storms roll in, drank wine and toasted marshmallows in the living-room fireplace. It was truly home away from home and so relaxing.
On Wednesday, we drove out to the tiny Victorian-era mining town of Silverton, driving along the winding San Juan Skyway and into town. It was quaint but touristy, so we continued along to the Old Hundred gold mine, for a fascinating underground tour. I'll blog about it...it was probably my favorite part of the trip.
On Thursday, we drove to Mesa Verde National Park, about an hour west of Durango. Here, you can see ancient pueblos built by cliff-dwelling Native Americans. It was interesting and there was a lot to see, but it was so incredibly hot and sunny, and utterly teeming with people. I'm glad we went, but it definitely wasn't my favorite part of the trip.
Friday saw us heading south and toward home, driving past the Pinkerton Hot Springs rock formation near Durango on the way. We were home in mid-afternoon, just in time for the LB, who'd mentioned a sore throat on the drive home, to spike a fever and go into full sickie mode. I hope the GB escapes this one, but I'm not optimistic since they shared a bed in the condo. Oh, well. At least we got home before illness really struck and we have nowhere we need to be for several days. Let the convalescence commence.
Now I'm doing laundry. I went to the grocery store early this morning and ran into a friend who filled me in on some school-related buzz. This afternoon, I hope to work on my pirate ship. I finally feel like crocheting again, so there may be a little of that too. I feel like baking, but it may wait until Monday because the Bear is cooking and baking this weekend, various recipes he wants to try.
Happy Saturday! I hope you're doing well. Have a wonderful weekend!