Last winter Paul noticed the sign for these camp sites on his drive from Breckenridge to Keystone. They are on the south side of Dillon Lake and since almost all of the trees were killed by beetles and cut down, the views are stunning.
What is it with boys and binoculars?
This is the bike path that we walked from our campsite to an Irish pub in Dillon. It was about three miles one way, all either up hill or down.
Both boys walked the whole way to the pub where we enjoyed lunch and Tim watched a movie (on the floor, under the table with his portable DVD player). Paul offered to jog back to the car and collect us, but we stayed so long at the pub enjoying the beer and the lack of people, which meant that Luke could run around as he pleased, that we felt up for the walk back. Luke made it about a mile, and then got in the child carrier and went almost immediately to sleep. Tim showed his Attridge roots and made it almost the entire way back on his own. He wanted a ride on Paul's shoulders for a little while, but we reckon he walked at least two of the three miles back. The cold night, 34F, and the long walk meant that they both slept well.
