We went hiking with the boys at the Flatirons in Boulder on Saturday. We went just about the distance we wanted to, but the hike was sprinkled with times where we weren’t sure where we were or where exactly to go so it seemed a bit farther/longer. I made a wrong turn once, and we ended up climbing down a fairly steep decline for a bit until she made me turn around. Good thing, too; it really wasn’t the right way, and it was the one time when the dogs didn’t pull us forward. They sort of just sat down unhappily in the dirt and pebbles that were sliding down the rock and didn’t want to move.
By the time we left, it was snowing: