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spells Halloween! 

I am so excited for all of the Halloween festivities this year. Love my new wreath {seen below}, love the return of all things pumpkin and spice, and it's finally starting to feel like fall! 

Last night we carved a few pumpkins with some friends. Haunted Tree was completed by Team Henry, Allison, and Tyler. Mummy Pumpkin was completed by Team Henry and Donna plus a little mascot. It was a fun night. I'm so thankful for all of the awesome friends we've made in our ward...even if a lot of them have moved/will be moving away soon.

Up next:  trunk-or-treating. Can't wait to take my niece tomorrow night! She will be the cutest rock ever...

Possum Kingdom

If you would've asked me what it was a few short months ago, I would've said a Toadies' song. But that's not all, my friends. It's also a lake and a state park. Actually, the lake provides the setting for the song, I'm pretty sure.

I saw a spread on it in one of my dad's issues of Texas Parks and Wildlife toward the end of summer, and I decided it'd be the perfect getaway for Labor Day weekend.  Traveling all around Colorado this summer inspired me to visit more of my home state.

The park wasn't exactly what I was expecting. One of the main draws for me was seeing Hell's Gate, but once we got there we were told that we wouldn't be able to access it without a motorboat. I was pretty disappointed.

So we didn't see any of the really big cliffs, but we had fun anyway. We went canoeing and we swam a little bit too. There were bees everywhere, so Henry got to see me freak out when they'd fly ever so close to my face.

After several hours at the lake, we decided to head on to our hotel in a small town called Mineral Wells. We took a scenic route, and on the way we came across this really picturesque spot near a pretty bridge.

Remember that Time

Henry,

Remember that time about five years ago when I tutored you in the UGL and afterward you asked me out on a double date? I remember how I spent hours picking out the perfect sweater to go with my favorite pair of jeans...and then I spent an hour doing my hair and makeup.

I still remember that outfit, but I have no idea what you were wearing.


Remember how you lent me your coat, and it was much too big for me? Not much has changed.

Remember when you asked if I'd be your "partner in crime," and I said no? I'm glad I changed my mind.

I love you. Forever.

allison

Mesa Verde National Park

Oh, Mesa Verde. It's located in the southwest corner of Colorado, and it's known for its 600 Ancestral Puebloan cliff dwellings (circa 1200 AD).

Before I go any further I should say that I am afraid of heights. I don't think Henry understood the severity of my fear prior to this vacation, but it became readily apparent as we went around/over/through high mountains at the Colorado National Monument, Independence Pass, Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, Rocky Mountain National Park, etc., etc. Yes, I spent much of this trip feeling anxious about our altitude. (As an aside, I did get altitude sickness the first night we were there. I felt terrible. I thought that for sure I was going to have to waste a vacation day in a doctor's office, but thankfully after lots of fluids, tylenol, and some rest, I felt better.)

Anyway, fear of heights + Ancestral Puebloan cliff dwellings=scary. Once again, Mom and I must've been feeling brave, because I think we chose the scariest tour. No, actually, now I remember...it was the only tour that had available tickets within two hours of our arrival. It was more a matter of convenience than bravery. Coincidence that it was the "Adventurous Cliff Dwelling Tour" that was available? I think not.

This is what we had to conquer: a 32-foot wooden ladder on the side of a cliff. I told myself "don't look down, one step at a time, just keep breathing" over and over, but my legs were still literally shaking as I climbed up with my mom.

Things were okay once we actually made it into Balcony House. There were some tight spaces, but those don't bother me so much. We walked around the cliff dwelling for 15-20 minutes learning about the various rooms, and then it was time for the really scary part. It was way scarier than the 32-foot ladder. This is what the brochure referred to as the "60-ft open cliff face with stone steps," which was closely followed by "two 10-ft ladders to exit the site." Eek!

That was really tough. Between those crazy scary stairs and the two final ladders, I had to stop, and a man who was a perfect stranger had to give me a little pep talk to keep going. He reassured me that he'd catch me if I fell. I thought that was really nice, especially since I was in freak out mode, and my husband and mom ended up being several people behind me. With his help, I made it back to the parking lot.

So, am I glad I did it? I still don't know. It was definitely a memorable experience, but I can't say I enjoyed it by any stretch of the imagination. If we ever go back, I think I will sit it out with Dad in the car.