Worship in the Rockies (and Breakfast too!)

The Highlander Clan has experienced many firsts in visiting the Y lately.  Not surprising, considering our many additions.  Organized Sunday Worship for the Clan has always taken place at the Y's Hyde Chapel.

It's been wonderful seeing the attendance steadily increase over the years.  Seating has gone from wooden benches scattered around and partitions to block unused areas to very comfortable chairs pushed together for maximum occupancy.  No partitions are needed; in fact, standing room only is to be expected.

This year, however, found some of the Clan venturing out to another House of Worship.  We visited St. Bart's - St. Bartholomew's Episcopal Church, that is. We could not have been more enthusiastically and sincerely welcomed.  Even our toddler was treated as an honored guest with her own special bag full of activities.  The Church is the people and the people definitely make this church!  But, I must admit, I might not have noticed if the people hadn't been so warm and friendly because the building and surroundings are so beautiful!

We were extraordinarily blessed to find a House of Worship that suited our little group's needs so well on the first try and without prior recommendation, but Emily hadn't left anything to chance!  She had carefully orchestrated our morning so that no matter what we found in our first church visit, we would have a wonderful experience.  Emily saw to it that we began our morning with cinnamon rolls from the General Store in Glen Haven!  (This picture from a previous visit.)

The Glen Haven Store in 1920!  Check out that car!

And a view of the inside of the General Store.  Notice the loaves of Cinnamon Bread on the shelves in front of the counter; I've decided these loaves of Cinnamon Bread are even better than the famous Cinnamon Rolls.  Heresy, I know!  But, try the loaves sometime.



The Horses of the YMCA

The horses of the Y always play an important part of any visit to the Rockies.  Most recently it's been the ponies (Nibbles, Strawberry, Shortcake --- why, yes!  we're on first name basis) and the gorgeous teams of Belgian horses (Hanz and Franz are among the faves!) that pull the Hay Wagons for a Marshmallow Roast.

We never tire of the marshmallow roasts even though we know the program by heart!  The wranglers are very entertaining while they get the fires and roasting sticks ready.  The sticks used to be willow from the surrounding trees but then we were consuming the resources (Leave No Trace?), so now they are metal, the manufacturing of which pollutes the atmostphere.  It's so, so hard to be eco-friendly!!!  After the hilarity of the wranglers, visiting with the horses and the other roasters, and chasing the little ones away from the fire,

We roast those marshmallows .....

then proceed to get the sticky stuff all over ourselves .....

while proud parents look on.

Fern Falls, July 2010

The DC branch of the Highlander Clan chose Fern Falls as their first "adult" hike of the summer.  It did not disappoint!  The hike begins at Fern Lake Trailhead and is 2.7 miles (one-way) with a 745' gain to an elevation of 8,800'.  The first 1.7 miles, which I blogged about here and here, leads to The Pool.  In place of the gorgeous Fall leaves in those pictures, however, were many bright and colorful flowers.  This picture of The Pool shows the drama of the Fern and Spruce Creeks converging with the Big Thompson River. 

The trail to The Pool is fairly easy, but the remaining mile beyond becomes rocky and steep.  The reward is great, though, as Fern Falls is 60' high and cascades through a forested gorge, over huge boulders and fallen trees.  It is so loud that it's difficult to communicate without shouting, and its rushing water creates a fine mist which refreshes the fortunate hiker.

Dr. William Workman of Denver named Fern Falls, as well as Fern Lake and Fern Creek, for his third wife, not, as one might think, for the many bracken ferns that grow along the lower part of the trail.  An avid fisherman, Dr. Workman built Fern Lodge in 1910-1911 and made the area popular by inviting hundreds of visitors to stay in his lodge and explore RMNP.

Y Games

The Y offers the opportunity to play MANY games in the fresh mountain air.  Of course, we have our favorite - the one we always play.  And the Summer of 2010 was no exception!  Can you guess what it is?

Of course!!! It's Miniature Golf!  We've even been known to conduct tournaments in the name of this lady who enthusiastically shares her expertise.

And we get reeeally excited when we finally get the ball in the hole!

After each hole is played we click our balls together with great ceremony.

The Summer of 2010 brought a New Game too.  Can you tell .....

Can ya tell what it is?  Yep!  Tether Ball!

And, little sis can't wait til she's big enough to play.

Fantastically Fruitful Fly Fishing

Three of our Highlander Fly Fishers were able to log time with Sasquatch Fly Fishing Adventures.  Molly and Graham chose to go to the Private Lakes, avoiding the drama that hiking to high mountain lakes sometimes entails.

The Private Lakes belong to the Salvation Army.  They are on land that is used for a children's summer camp and a family camp and conference center.  Certainly not as exciting as hiking up water falls and being blasted by hail or hiding under ledges from lightning!  However, the awesome views of Mt. Meeker, Long's Peak, and Mt. Lady Washington make the experience very enjoyable, indeed!  Even more enjoyable is actually catching fish, which both Molly and Graham did  on this trip.

Molly and Matt fished the Private Lakes too, but, alas, there are no pictures.  And, Matt went on one of the Belly Boating Trips, something he'd always wanted to do.  The Belly Boat allows the fly fisherman to get out into the middle of a lake where it is deeper than he could wade.  This is especially helpful in the smaller lakes that may be surrounded by trees.  However, it does mean hiking up with a heavier pack than the Highlander Clan is accustomed to carrying!  Matt packed his Belly Boat up to Mills Lake.  Unfortunately, there were no pictures from Matt's trip, but I thought you might enjoy these from the same trip, one week later.  Apologies to the stranger whose picture I copied!

Creativity Abounds!

Painting was a real hit this summer!  Can you imagine how many princess figurines were painted by our very own Princesses?  Many, I assure you!

And ... Lauren and Molly created beautiful acrylic masterpieces!  They took a half-day class, painting the majestic view from the Library's front porch.  Also,  ta-da-da-DA!   Molly created our Highlander Clan's first ever silk painting; it's outstanding! 

Not to be outdone, our Princesses created a whole wardrobe for themselves and their sisters:

Our creativity was not just limited to painting and fashion design.  No, indeed.  We donned our Princess outfits and hiked around the Y grounds in search of a suitable stage on which to perform!

Revisit of Hollowell Park

Having discovered Hollowell Park in Oct, 2009, and later learning of its beavers, I was anxious to return.  So, we set out on our last hike of the Memorial Day week.  Finding beaver dams and ponds would satisfy me, as we went in the middle of the day.  This time we followed the trail along Mill Creek (duh!) instead of going the opposite direction.

We collected rocks and noted the flowers along the way.

We even spied deer wandering through the meadow.

Finally, we came to ponds, small ones, at first, and then this larger one!

.....and the pond had a dam!

Could it be the 6 ft dam I'd read about?  (Can ya tell - pond at the top of the picture?  The white is the water rushing over the dam.  I know, I prob'ly shouldn't post a picture that I have to explain!)

The dam didn't look 6 ft high, but we guessed that the water below the dam was unusually high because of the wet Spring and this just might be THE dam!  We wanted to continue on, following Mill Creek, just to be sure that this was THE dam, that there weren't bigger and better ones yet to come!  Alas!  we were halted by a huge marshy area, melting snow flowing into the Creek.  Not being prepared for such, we turned back, leaving further exploration to another day.