Up the Creek

With Chinook Pass finally open, we were able to make our annual pilgrimage to Boulder Cave this past Saturday. The weather was beautiful and very warm. The crest of the pass still had a decent amount of snow and the boys were eager to walk around on it. The littlest one fell on his bum, however, and quickly discovered that despite the 82 degree weather, the snow was still quite cold. The eldest adventurer trekked far up the slope, only to find that his crocs had filled with slush. Panic ensued and both boys needed to be rescued by their intrepid father and faithful puppy.

We did eventually make it to the Boulder Cave trail head and began our hike. The littlest darling made it about 5 feet before determining that it was not to his liking to have to progress on his own and let this conclusion be known to all in a five mile radius. After a great deal of coaxing, dragging, and the promise of a snack halfway up, we successfully made our ascent.

Last year it was a little too chilly to take advantage of the waterfall and stream, and the cave itself bordered on cold, but on this hot day it was a refreshing reward for all.
Since the occasion for our outing was in fact my being one year older than the year before, hubby insisted on capturing my picture, something akin to snapping a shot of Bigfoot in its rarity for our family. I have included it in the spirit of being a good sport.
By the by, while we celebrated our reaching the cave/stream by taking in its beauty/coolness, the couple behind me in the photograph marked the moment by breaking out their cigarettes. Nothing like fresh mountain air and second-hand smoke to revive the spirit!

Both boys succumbed to exhaustion and slept most of the ride home, so hubby and I were granted the freedom to hold an adult conversation...or just ride in silence!...for a pleasant conclusion to an enjoyable day!