Hunter and Emmett began the school year with a new "do' and a mouthful of berries, respectively. While junior high is a big deal and those berries are likely to cause gastrointestinal disturbances, we'd like to share other, more exciting ordeals and adventures with you!
For example, for the weekend after school began (and the threat of unfathomable amounts of homework loomed), we had booked a camping trip trip to Eleven Mile Canyon in the illustrious bubble . . .ooops. ("But mom, what if I can't get all of my school work done?") It is hard to explain that life does go on after Seventh Grade. Come to find out, teachers are reasonable creatures themselves, and thus we were released from obligation and enjoyed the view.
Emmett even rediscovered his primitive self . . . .
(Please note the rock profile in the background, which is also the rock from which the previous photograph was taken.) We passed the weekend hiking, tubing and talking, and managed to fit a few beers and s'mores into the mix.
Anyhow, last weekend we decided that we needed even more water in which to frolic, so we headed to Rampart Reservoir, a source of drinking water for the lovely city of Colorado Springs (read: NO SWIMMING -- but you can drive a motorized boat . . . hmmmm). This here Sanders family is fortunate enough to own two watercraft (human-powered, of course). As one curious aficionado queried, "Is that a Royalex Explorer 17?" I thought it was simply a brown canoe. The khaki-clad man was also familiar with the crown jewel of the family, a handcrafted "Pygmy Arctic Tern" Kayak, lovingly built by Ryan's Papa. While I found it challenging to captain the canoe with two weary shipmates (one sick and one sullen) and only a novice's j-stroke in my rowing arsenal, Ryan made record time paddling the Pygmy far and away. He finally arrived at his destination and found it to be inhabited by a strange morph of reservoir manatee.
We soon discovered that even Manatees love Arctic Terns.
We also learned that Hunters, viruses and lake do not a joyous cocktail make.
Think of it this way, by the time school rolled around again, she was happy for the return of predictability.
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