It was shortly after 9/11. We were missionaries in Australia. We stole away to a quaint, historic town called York in Western Australia. That was refreshing because we had these two children that we loved dearly, but from whom we needed a break. Yeah. We think about that and laugh. We're now at seven children and counting (two more coming this fall, Lord willing).
So when Adéye's father and Beth arrived from South Africa, we both excited at the prospect of going away again. I know, I know. It was about time.
We had 24 hours of bliss. We stayed at a B&B in Cripple Creek, a historic mining town about 40 minutes from where we live. This morning, we slept in. Let me say that again. We s...l...e...p...t i...n! Wow. Forgot what that was like.
Then we had a huge breakfast/brunch at an Irish cafe, shopped, took pictures, and drove around. It was all so mindless. And it was all so FANTASTIC!
Loved having The Fetching Mrs. Salem all to myself. Thank you, honey, for a great time.
P.S.: Did I tell you that we slept in?
|Downtown Cripple Creek--the original capital of Colorado!|
|Approaching Cripple Creek, Colorado|
|Waiting to register at the high school! Actually, these donkeys are from a group of 12 wild, roaming donkeys in Cripple Creek. We were told they are the direct descendants of donkeys used in the mines in the 1800's during the gold rush.|