So, for my parent's 34th wedding anniversary we decided to go on a road trip as a family. We decided traveling to the Western Slope of CO would make for a grand adventure-- well my mom and I decided and my dad agreed on the terms of Mexican food and beer at every stop. You may be asking yourselves (all 6 of you who follow my blog) why would anyone want beer and Mexican food all the time. If drawing a food pyramid of my father's daily food intake were an option on this blogerona, I would draw cheese enchiladas, beans and bowls of green chili. There would also be Diet Pepsi and Rolling Rock Beer (better that than Michelob Ultra) as a portion as well. When the people at the local Mexican food restaurant can identify you at hello, you know someone has an addiction. Why? Maybe it keeps him regular, I don't know. Anyway, as long as my mom and I could keep my father in enchiladas and queso, he would oblige us and take this vacation (even Cooper could come but that's more of a function of his inability to be away from me than anything else).
So, we loaded into the car for a four-day expedition full of fun...
Right.
Things started well. We stopped at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. It is supposed to be EXACTLY like the Grand Canyon except black.
Wrong. Not as cool but still cool.
Photos...
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