Since we were in the neighborhood, we also spent some time in Breckenridge, enjoying some mountain entertainment. We saw the tail end of the parade, Max and Ave played in the creek, 
we watched the local fire department have a water fight (sort of a reverse tug of war using fire hoses to try and move a barrel on an overhead rope - the downhill guy lost every time), and enjoyed some ice cream. Then it was back up into the hills. We did have a brief discussion about who wanted to see fireworks (Max and mom), who needed to see fireworks (Ave), and who just didn't care. In the end, we did not find a camp spot that could see down into the valley, although we could certainly hear the fireworks.
This is Number 10 Hill, and it is entirely steeper than the photo makes it look!
I was pretending to be the spotter while Bryan navigated his way down. I say pretended because I'd tell him which way to go, and he'd do something else. We lost a step (mine of course) and got a small dent in the side of the blazer. Bryan quite intentionally picked a used blazer with a mediocre paint job - if you go off road, you're going to scratch up the vehicle. We were apparently the first people this season to get over Georgia Pass. Not because we are so intrepid, but there is still so much snow in the mountains that a lot of passes are still closed. There were a few smaller drifts on Georgia Pass, but the the bigger challenge was the trees. Max and dad used the wench to move this one out of the way
- it broke in half and was easily rolled off to the side. Another tree was small enough that Bryan decided to try driving over it - it too was very dry and shattered easily.
All in all, it was a fun trip, the kids had a blast, and we got home early enough to rest before the weekend was over.
