Someone is remarkably cheery for 6am. I guess if I was getting carried up a mountain in a comfy front pack I'd be raring to go to.
Can't tackle the mountains without fueling up first. Ink & Brew is a fine purveyor of those two hipster essentials: caffeine and bespoke writing implements. When you're not using your quill you can pop it in your fedora and stroll down Bedford Avenue.
Faster Mommy, can we try I-80?
Today's hike trades the desolate alpine tundra for a Vedauwoo lookalike, the Gem Lake trail. And here's a hipster lookalike, any minute now he'll pull out his bespoke inkwell to jot down a few lines of ironic prose.
The high peaks in the heart of the park loom in the distance. Who wouldn't swap the blazing heat of the foothills for their snow-clad valleys? Well Ryan wouldn't, he's quite enjoying levitating over the rocks.
One big happy family. This must be from before the snacks ran out.
A hole in a rock. Much like Rock's stomach on this woefully under-catered hike.
After two hours of hard, hot toil the rock formations fall away to reveal a hanging valley cradling a pristine lake. Ryan promptly tests just how pristine it is by drinking the water.
On chipmunk patrol. The little rascals are hyper-aggressive, sneaking up on the rock walls behind groups of picnicking hikers and dive bombing their sandwiches. Luckily we've got Ryan, who would sooner lose a tooth or two than part with his fistful of grub.
Gem Lake goes down as one of the very best hikes Team J00ster has ever tackled. Speaking of tackles, these chipmunks have met their match in a dogged 18 month old who won't rest until every last one has been chased back into a crevice.
Enough dust, sweat, and chipmunks, time to get back to civilization. The venerable Hotel Boulderado, opened in 1909, is so old the elevator still has an elevator attendant.
Last time Daddy was here he was about your size.
Kids are so healthy these days what with their kale purees and quinoa wafers. Not.
Someone has their school picked out already. An excellent choice son, now can you smuggle me into the student section at Folsom Field?
The Pearl Street mall has gone all hip, with artisanal gelato and alpine-hipster coffee shops.
Old Main is still old. Some things haven't changed.
Glad your out-of-state tuition will at least be put to good use, maintaining the best grass this side of center court at Wimbledon.
Dad is it just me, or is the elevator attendant starting to dread the sight of my stroller approaching.
It's the 4th of July. Celebrate freedom!
Make sure the ranger isn't watching and then see how long you can ride a bucking beaver.
Daddy, I think I'll hop all the way home. OK, but I don't think they serve stroopwafels kiddo.
The new trend in outdoor outfitting is to feature a hip coffee shop within a shop. Because crampon fitting is always better when you've got a flat white in hand.
Looks like a storm brewing out there. Turns out there's a storm brewing in the cabin too as Ryan's last cheddar dinosaur slips down the seat crack.
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