Technically, Colorado–a Spanish adjective meaning “red”–got its name because of the red silt that the river carried down from the mountains. I like to think it’s Colorado because of the rich color found in the state. The blues are bluer and the greens are greener.

By the end of the week, Ruth was skiing blue runs.

With yours truly right on her heels to pick her up if she fell.

Speaking of Ruth and falling, she did tumble down a few times, especially when the slope became quite steep. Rather than cry or become frustrated, she immediately would say, “I’m fine” and work to get back up again. I feel like I learned something about her last week.

Poor Jake was sick our last day there, so he spent nearly the entire day in bed with a fever. He attempted to come out and ski down a few runs, but it was too much for his tired body. Otherwise, the conditions were perfect that last day.

Jim and I hung with the youngest two quite a bit while the three older boys were off on their own.

Speaking of hanging out…

those legs get so tired, it’s feels good to take occasional breaks.

Taking a cliff-bar break.

We knew it was high time to head home when we looked down from the top of the mountain to the base area, swarming with crowds. With ear-piercing music blaring in the background (I am 43 years old) and everyone with at least one beer in hand, the environment quickly changed from family-friendly to party scene.

Overall, it was a great week. We thanked God many times for His provision and His protection. He is merciful!