and we went to Colorado Springs. For about four hours. A staycation in miniature. Or a "My parents both work so all I got for spring break was this measly trip to a zoo in another city" T shirt.
Truth be told, though, it was kind of dreamy. Colorado Springs is only an hour away, but it has a totally different feel. Very Spanish, very Old-New-Mexico. M. had to work, so the kids and I took a little trip by ourselves. We went to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo, which is, in fact, just another zoo - and I am ambivalent about zoos - and yet it is a smaller and much more personal-feeling zoo than the Big City Denver Zoo. For one thing, they have pony rides:
|Helen waited 30 minutes for the chance to ride a horse. I need to find her some riding lessons.|
|This photo does not do justice to the tongue of the giraffe, which is a thing of glory.|
|Helen was beyond thrilled to be this close to the giraffes.|
|Even if she needed a little help from an exasperated older brother to bring herself to feed them.|
|Just plucked off the orphan train, awaiting a new grim life as indentured servants.|
And then, baseball. Tournament season has begun.