Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The Last Barn Dance

Camp closing hasn't been sad for me.  I think in the middle of it all I'm just exhausted and ready for a new adventure.  But today all of that changed.

Every term we have a Barn Dance.  It started as just another party in 2001, but it was a party we never let go of and we have had one every term and every retreat for the past fifteen years.  The Barn Dance has become the KCO & KIVU trade mark.  Today so many of our alumni have been posting pictures and memories of both KIVU and of the Barn Dance.  I think the Barn Dance makes us all feel like a family and this last one has made us reflective. . . and it has made me a blubbering basket case.  I am sad.

Maggie was born here the day before we opened our gates the very first time.  This is the camp that made Andy and I jump out of the next (and the debate is still out whether we are falling or flying).  This place has grown me up and made me a better person. This place holds some of my fondest memories and some of my dearest friends.  This place is ours--it is Andy and I's place, it is the KCO and KIVU family's place--it is ours and I do love it and as of tonight I am super sad to that the gates are closing.  Who would have thought that the Barn Dance would have been what turned my tears on, but I'm thankful that it is the Barn Dance that turned the tears on.

Thanks friends and alumni for reminding me how much I love this place and how tightly I hold these treasured memories.

This pictures says everything I am feeling right now.  This is my old dog Jake.  He loved KCO, he loved the KCO parties (mostly because the guys would be cooking burgers out on the grill and they would flip him a couple), but I really think the Barn Dance was his favorite. (Jake was the best dog ever.)  So tonight the people are different.  The dog is different.  But the music hasn't changed much.  The dancing is the same.  The laughter is just as loud.  And my memories are making me smile through these tears that I cannot stop from flowing.

I love this place.  And I'm sad it is over.  What a great run!

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

The Next Chapter

When I'm reading a book, I am all in (if I'm not all in by page three, then I toss it).  I fall in love with the characters, I form opinions (strong opinions) about the plot and I get totally lost and emotionally involved in the story!  I love opening the next chapter (especially after it has spent the day on my night stand).  New chapters bring new depth to the plot, new dimension to the characters, new twists and turns and new information.  I love to read novels.
Well, we are at a "next chapter" in our life and I am looking forward to it even more as I would a new chapter in the latest book I'm reading.

Twenty years ago Andy spent his first summer with KCO (Kanakuk Colorado).  Fifteen summers ago we spent our first summer out here in Durango at this location and the dream really came alive!  Six summers ago, we debuted at KIVU on the old KCO property and another part to the story began!  Five years ago we began the KIVU Gap Year and because of that life will never be the same!  It has been a wild ride that I wouldn't change for the world!

This summer will be our last summer here at this location and on August 1st we will close the gates of KIVU summer camp forever.  It is bittersweet to turn the pages the bring the end to this chapter, but it is SO EXCITING to know that there are so many more chapters to come (like a huge James Michener novel).  The gates of camp KIVU may be closing, but we are so excited for what the future of KIVU holds!

I had the opportunity to tell our staff about ten days ago and the tears streamed down my face freely and I was so caught off guard.  In all of my excitement for the next chapter, I hadn't taken time to mourn the chapter I'm finishing.  It was so great to get to be with the staff (many of whom have been campers and Gap Year students) and to tell stories and to cry with my KIVU family.  It was hard.  It was great.  It was a wonderful reminder of the fifteen years we've had out here in Bayfield and the lives that have been changed (mine included).  After we spent about an hour talking and crying and laughing and answering questions, I was again filled with hope and excitement about the future of KIVU--about the next KIVU chapter!

This year we have our largest Gap Year class to date and we are heading to new countries and new continents.  We cannot wait to see how the KIVU Gap Year continues to grow over the next several decades.  I'm so thankful that we can devote all of our time to the KIVU Gap Year, as this seems to be the future of reaching teens and young adults.

KIVU also has several other ideas burning--ideas for college kids, ideas for trips to the Middle East and the Holy Land and ideas for summer backpacking type of trips.  the book of KIVU is not anywhere close to being over even though this chapter is nearing its end.

So, stay tuned for the next chapter of the KIVU story. . . I cannot wait to turn the page!

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Soap Box

Typically I can let this just bother me for a few minutes and then I let it roll off (because even though I'm a control freak, I realize I cannot control everyone). . . but I've been off of social media and not watching the news for several days and hopping back into things today all at once has totally set me off and I can't just let it roll off.  So I'm blog-journaling (venting).

The amount of hate and massive over generalizations in the news and on social media is making me furious!  Seriously!  I read posts completely (like 100%) over generalizing a population or a culture or a religion or a political party or whatever and I can't stand it.  Seriously.  Until I have met every single Muslim and have had a great open conversation with him or her, then there is no way that I can make a blanket statement about Muslims.  The same goes for Christians.  The same goes about women.  The same goes about a political party.  The same goes for. . . you name it!  I don't act the way all Christians act, I don't believe all the things all Christians believe, so I cannot be (and do not want to be) lumped into an over generalization about Christians.  Again, the same is to be said about every "category" that I could be lumped in with.  So, why would I think that I can do that with another?  It seems so hateful and narrow minded and uneducated to me when I read posts that lump all of one people together.  I don't care what it is--race or religion or political affiliation or sexual orientation or wealth status or sex or whatever--when do people become all the same?  NEVER!  So how can we generalize a population so easily?  And how is that okay?  (Because not only am I reading over generalizing posts, but I'm reading the comments below the posts--are you kidding me?!?!?)  When is that ever right?  And Christians, when have we ever been taught (by Jesus, not by a pastor or another human) that doing so is okay?  I believe that we have been taught exactly the opposite--by Jesus himself!  I cannot even fathom the world today if He taught us that overgeneralizing and accusing and making false assumptions and accusations was okay. . . maybe it would actually be like living in real life Facebook world.

Second on my soap box is the way we take things SO out of context and run with it.  I say "we" because I tend to do that in a conversation (especially with Andy) in order to get my way (even if in my way is getting my feelings hurt--why do I do that).  This happens in politics so often.  We hear one sound bite that has already been taken out of context and we base all of these opinions on that.  I cannot fathom what would happen if someone took one thing I said in an entire monologue and based everything on that.  What if I was having a conversation with a group of people about termites and I said that I want to kill every single one of them--but an outsider who happened to be walking by heard only that I want to kill every single one of them, assumed that I was talking about one people group and then passed that along (like a game of telephone from grade school) and then my entire persona got built around that one phrase which was taken completely out of context by someone I was not even taking to.  Seriously?  Even elementary kids realize that "telephone" distorts the original words and meaning and yet we, as adults, do that often and form opinions (often hateful ones) based on words we didn't even hear with our own ears--or words we didn't even hear in their FULL context.  How is that okay?

So there's my soap box.  Part of it.  I don't even feel like I got my feelings down because I am so completely frustrated and blown away by the ignorance of over generalization that happens.  I'm so frustrated and blown away by the amount of hate I read based on these over generalizations and I am frustrated and blown away by how uneducated many of us (me included) remain about issues we don't understand or are fearful of.  I'm thankful for the people I have met in different cultures and different religious beliefs and in different life situations because I know that I cannot overgeneralize and be right.  There is no way that I could ever over generalization a population and be 100% right on the money about every single person in that population.  I'm thankful that I am an individual and that I am not like everyone else.  I'm not even like my husband or my children or my parents--how could I be like every single 40 year old woman or every 40 year old white person or every 40 year old Christian or every 40 year old American or every adoptive mother or every owner of a French Bulldog or. . . . whatever.  Can you imagine how boring this world would be if we were all the same?!?!?  YUCK!

I'm so thankful for the people in my life (people like my husband) who have pushed me to meet people; those who have challenged me to expand my horizons.  I'm thankful for my friends I've made in other countries, in other cultures, in other races, in other religions who have patiently shown me that my preconceptions are wrong and how the things I have learned or been "taught" do not sum up an entire population.  I'm thankful.  I hope that I get to continue to expand my world and my understanding of people groups.  I hope that I get to cross the paths of "the other" daily so that my love for people can grow and so that I can love bigger and understand more.  My prayer is that my kids will have this opportunity long into the future so that their worldview can be expanded beyond Facebook rants!  Anyway. . . there you have it!  My blog/journal/rant.  

Thursday, May 14, 2015

When Your Kids Are Hurting

The bouquet Maggie and her friends floated down the river from Sawyer's favorite thinking spot.
It has been a really hard 27 hours and I have found myself in a deep place of sadness because my two oldest are hurting and confused.  Yesterday morning, the kids at Miller Middle School found out that one of their classmates killed himself.  What do you do with that?

I immediately texted Maggie to see what I could do for her and she, the typically chatty tester, was near silent.  She just wanted to be at school around people.  So I sat outside of the school, just wanting to hold on to my baby girl as she mourned and knowing that when she was ready, she would call.  She did and we cried.

The pain is so real for her.  Sawyer, that was his name.  Sawyer, the happy and friendly kid who has been in school with her since we moved here. Sawyer, on of "the guys" on the soccer team. Sawyer, the one who's name was so awkwardly skipped during attendance yesterday in her first period class.  Sawyer, the friend who seemed so happy at school on Monday.  Sawyer, the dear 13 year old boy who left so many people with so many questions.

We had a good day together, but my heart was literally breaking piece by piece as I watched her try and wrestle with it.  Why?  Hays came home and only as he could do for her (they love each other SO VERY MUCH), he wrapped her in his arms and just let her cry as he hugged her.  I'm so thankful for their friendship.  And while my heart swelled with happiness at that picture of my big boy comforting his sister, my heart broke into more pieces.  Why?

Maggie went to a student led memorial for Sawyer last night at the river where they all got to mourn together.  And I stayed home where I found my big guy, Hays, struggling with some of the why's left in Sawyer's shadow.  Sawyer's big sister is in Hays's circle of friends and he watched the pain unfold before his eyes at school all day yesterday.  And I'm not sure what all was going through his head.  I'm sure he was thinking about pain caused by others and I'm sure he was thinking about what kind of pain must have driven Sawyer to that decision and I bet he was thinking about Chase and how Chase didn't take his own life and how unfair everything seems to be.  Why?

So, today I sent two melancholy teenagers to school today with their questions and I've been at home trying to work but just sitting here wondering why and trying not to wonder what if.  My kids are hurting and I am hurting with them and for them and it feels like bigger than them because I so don't want them to hurt.  It is breaking my heart to know the sadness Maggie is feeling and all of the unanswered questions going on in her head.  It is sad to think about the other kids--the soccer guys who I saw sobbing in the hallways yesterday and the one who held on to me for dear life when I reached out to hug him.  All of those kids with pain and unanswered questions.  And then I think about Sawyer's family--his parents and sisters.  And I can't even go there.  I cannot even imagine.  And I always come back to the happy and friendly kid who isn't in class today and why?

None of this makes sense.  There are no happy words to shower on my kids.  I can just hold them as they cry and love them with my whole being.  Why will be left completely unanswered.  There aren't instruction books for how to handle this right with your kids, so I am just hurting for them and with them and prayerfully they know that I'm here at all hours if they dig up more questions or more pain.


Friday, April 24, 2015

On Your Birthday...

 This day makes me so sappy--I am half weepy every year and half so happy and grateful.  But every year I cry for your birth mom.  This lady I do not know, but this lady that gave up so much and in turn, gave me so much.  I think of her as a brave woman.  She carried you to term.  She cared for you as best as she could for several weeks and then she bravely gave you up and placed you at the gate of the best orphanage in Kigali.  I think she's brave.  But I cry for her.  I cry for her because of what must have made her make the decision to give you up.  I cry for her because she doesn't have you any more.  I cannot fathom the hole you would leave in someone's heart forever.

There are so many things that I wish she knew about you.  I'm sure when we get to heaven and get to meet and I begin to tell her stories about her spunky daughter that she will nod her head knowingly because you are probably so much like her and like her mother.  There are so many things I cannot wait to tell her!!

I'd tell her how much better you have made my life--our lives.  You've made this family better in so many ways.  I cannot even imagine us without you--we would be so incomplete.  I'm so thankful for you, Gabby.  I'd tell her how sweet you are and how you have the amazing and unique ability to love people in the way that they need to be loved.  You have figured out how people receive love and you give it to them in that exact way.  For Andy it is through playfulness and banter, for me it is through snuggling.  You are sugar and spice.  I love thinking of you as fluffy overly sweet powderers sugar, but that story would be incomplete without knowing that you are spice--jalepano and cayenne pepper spicy!  You are so funny!  You crack us up all of the time!  You are caring and compassionate.  You are tenacious.  Oh my!  You never give up and you are not afraid to practice until you are perfect.  You are a perfectionist, you know that!  You love big and love well.  You are kind and sweet.  You are scared and timid sometimes and you are brave and bold others.  You're smart and intuitive.  I could go on and on with the amazing qualities you possess.  Your mother would be so proud of you.  I am so proud of you.

Gabby, I love you with all my heart.  I hope that somehow your birth mom knows that you are loved and adored.  I hope she knows somewhere in the depths of her soul that you have a family who would fight for you until the end.  I hope she knows somehow that we love you with a ferocity that would make her proud.

You're my baby girl and nothing in the world could tear you away from me.  I am thankful for you.  I am blessed by you.  You bring a joy and a fullness to my life that wouldn't be here without you.  You put a face and a feeling to being adopted by God as an equal heir.  I love you like you were my own flesh and blood and there is no difference in my eyes or in my heart.  You're mine and I would hold onto you forever if I could.  But I know that you are a butterfly and you'll fly off into the big world someday--that I know for a fact.  I'm thankful that that day is a decade away!

I love you, Goober.  You're make life better every single day!  Happy 8th Birthday!

Sunday, April 5, 2015


Empty.  I've been thinking about that word a lot today.  It is typically such a negative term that carries such a deep and heavy meaning.  When someone feels empty inside it is said or thought with such deep and hurting emotion.  When your mailbox is empty and you checked it with such great anticipation.  When a fisherman goes out and comes back empty.  There are zillions of ways that empty is used and I'm feel like most of them are negative.  Empty means containing nothing and if you are expecting it to contain something, then that nothing is dark and hopeless.

However, today, Easter, empty is a word that brings such humbling joy.  When I just sit back and think of what my Savior did for me, it literally takes my breath away!  On Friday, He went to the cross and bore MY sin knowing full well that I wouldn't be always grateful or always aware and knowing full well that I wouldn't fully turn from my sins at all times.  That is humbling.  Then on Saturday, while His body was in the tomb, those who knew Him and loved Him, mourned the loss they had endured--they seemed to almost mourn faithlessly.  Then today, on Sunday, the tomb was EMPTY.

At first, that empty was also a negative thing.  The questions and the concern and the sadness that only deepened.  But ultimately, that empty was a prophesy fulfilled.  It was a sign revealed.  It was the hope of what is to come.  My Savior died.  Everyone dies.  But He rose again and not only that, but He is coming back to take me home!

Empty isn't a negative word today.  That tomb is empty and I am so unexplainably grateful that it is.  HE IS RISEN!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Two Years Ago

So, two years ago yesterday I had decided that I'd had enough.  I was so tired of being shocked every time I saw a picture of myself and wondering if I was really that fat.  I was overweight and I felt awful both physically and emotionally.  I also felt hopeless because I had tried so many "diets" that worked wonders and then the minute I stopped "dieting" I would gain all of that weight back and then some.

So, two years ago I happened upon the Facebook page of a person I knew in college and I saw her before and after pictures--I'd never seen the before and after pictures of someone I actually knew.  It was amazing.  So, I asked her to call me and the rest is history!

I just wanted to loose weight.  I didn't realize all of the other things I had to gain--a good night's sleep (every night), a week (now two years) without a migraine, a month without an overran cyst rupturing, a day without my tummy hurting, an afternoon (especially between 3 and 5) without my kids driving me batty, a week where I felt awesome doing everything I have to do (laundry, dishes, work, school, mommy-ing and everything), and the one thing I never ever expected, a month where cash wasn't so tight.  I lost 40 pounds and gained so much more than I could have ever imagined!

After loosing the initial weight, my husband and kids started on the products.  We have been so healthy ever since.  Andy's mood is so much better (like mine, too), the kids are healthy and happy, we are finding tools to use for Tiki instead of expensive prescriptions.  And my kids are seeing me work hard for a business that is both helping others and giving us great paychecks and fun trips.  My kids are ALL IN.  They check on my progress all of the time and the root me on as I set new goals and reach them.  It has been so fun to make this company a true part of our lives from our multivitamin routine each morning to our play money (and living money often) each month!

Two years ago I made a decision for very selfish reasons and now, two years later, that one selfish decision is one of the best decisions I have ever made for myself, for my marriage, for my kids--for my family!  I'm so thankful I said YES when I was given the opportunity!

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Date With My Oldest

Last night Hays asked me to meet him for dinner.  Since I can see the money he has on his debit card, I realize that I was asked to dinner along WITH my wallet, but I'll take what I can get!  I met him at Schlotzsky's during his "lunch" break.  It was a great time.  They ended up letting him off early because it was slow and he just sat there with me for over an hour.  We talked and laughed and ate.  It was really fun.  With his job and everything I've really been missing him lately and I'm so thankful for the hour I got with my boy--I love him oh so much!

Belated Snow Day

Like I said in my last post, we got 31 inches last weekend and on Monday we had our third snow day since we moved here (six years).  So, Andy and Hays and I headed to the mountain to enjoy the powder--and powder it was!  It was so much fun--either the powder or the morning with just Hays and Andy or both!  We laughed so hard and I fell so many times because the powder was so deep.  I loved it!  I could do that weekly!
Attempted photo op turned hysterical disaster!!!
A result of the above picture.

Belated Kathleen Came To Town

Last weekend my friend, Kathleen came to visit from San Diego with her daughter.  She is my upline in this company I work for and she came for business and pleasure.  We got the business out of the way the first night and then we got to enjoy the 31 inches of powder that came down the rest of the weekend.  He daughter is a gem and I loved having her here, too!  Hays taught her to snowboard with the patience of a saint!!!

Belated Hays Got A Job

Hays got a job!  He has been so faithful about job hunting and he finally snagged one.  Schlotzsky's opened in Durango and Hays jumped on board!  He really likes it!

So, the first night Braner Party of 7 (including BradRay) headed to Schlotzsky's to embarrass support Hays at work!

Belated Marriage Get Away

Fourteen months ago Andy and I decided that we need to set aside a week each year for US.  We are both so busy and we have so many plates spinning that we are ships (speed boats) passing in the night so often.  So, we committed to a week away each year and then we waited.  The time came this year and it was inconvenient, we had too much going on, but we were committed.
Oh my goodness.  It was the best week we have had--maybe ever!  I didn't realize how badly we needed to be away without the kids and just with us.  (We had friends with us for part of the time, too, and that was so healthy for laughing and talking and being grown ups.)  But just being together with my man was a dream come true.

I think we both reminded each other of how much fun we both can be.  We laughed and we dreamed and we relaxed.  It was perfect!  His idea of a fun vacation is golf and surfing, my idea is reading a book by the pool.  We got to do both!  He had guy friends to play with and then we came together and just relaxed and laughed.  We put our own needs on the back burner and just enjoyed one another.

I cannot wait until next year!  And, the best part, is that we both came home--I mean those fun and loving people both came home.  It was a great reboot for us and I love that we are still running well.

I love him so much and that trip reminded me of that.  He and I have had so much fun since we've been home.  I think the trip was a good reminder so now we remember how to have fun together.  It has been a rough last five or six years, but I am so full of hope and love now and I highly recommend getting away with your man!

Belated New Puppy

So, as most of you know, Andy isn't a huge fan of my pets.  He just isn't a pet guy.  And I love animals!  (Great combo!)  But he has talked about wanting a French Bulldog for several years.  So, I've been secretly looking for a French Bulldog for Andy.  And I found one!  I was so nervous to get him, but I was so excited, too!

It was great timing in terms of being the perfect Valentine's Day gift.  So, I did it!  The puppy came home with us.  Andy came home two days later and I presented him his Valentine's Day gift and he was so excited.

Why the name?  Well, Andy put out in the twitter-verse and Instragram world that we had a new puppy and overwhelming people suggested the name Brad Ray.  What?  Yep.  Brad Ray is one of our old staff guys and he is a legend.  We love him.  So, we named the dog BradRay (one word--say it quickly together).  The name is hysterical because everyone knows there must be a story behind it.

He's a fun puppy and we all love him very much!
BradyRay's first picture.

His ears finally stood up.

Belated Birthday Tiki

Well, I haven't blogged all month.  Wow.  I've been busy and crazy and having fun!  But I have tons of catching up to do!
February 3 was Tiki's 11th birthday!  Crazy that he is 11 years old!  He is so social and loves being with his friends, so I picked up he and four of his friends (and Gabby) and we headed South to the bowling alley.  It was so much fun!  The boys were chatty and laughing (one boy was knitting).  It was fun to hear about Tiki from their point of view--apparently he's quite the lady's man at school.  I was laughing so hard (to myself).  It was fun!  We bowled and ate pizza and I think it was a fun celebration for him.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Braner Trucking Line

This week I got to go to Illinois for a health and wellness party.  But the best part is that it was in Jacksonville, Illinois where all of Andy's extended family lives.  Sharon (Andy's mom) met me up there and we had a really fun two days!  We had so much fun with aunts and uncles and cousins!  The party was a big hit, too!

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Hays & Erin

So, we began to notice Hays starting to dress nicer in November.  It was a great new look.  He headed to Denver for a big theater competition and he came home talking about this girl who was wonderful. In December, he and Erin had their first date.  Her dad met him for dinner before and I was immediately sold.  While we were in Cabo he was very anxious to buy the perfect Christmas gift for Erin and even more anxious to get home. . . .

A couple of weeks ago, he crawled in bed with me and we had a fantastic talk about what it means to be a boyfriend and to have a girlfriend.  I suggested that he call Erin's dad and ask his permission before he asked Erin to be his girlfriend and much to my surprise, he did it.  I was so impressed with him!  What an amazing young man he is turning into.  Well, her dad gave his blessing and Hays now has a girlfriend.

Now it was my turn to meet Erin.  She came over last Friday and I love her!  She is adorable and sweet and easy going.  She's great.  That night we had a triple date with her parents and she and Hays and Andy and me.  It had the potential to be extremely awkward (and I think Hays was sure it would be), but it was such a fun night.  We laughed so hard.  I love her parents!  I'm so excited for the friendships that came out of that dinner date!
Tonight Hays is at dinner and the Winter Formal with her!  (Formal is a VERY loose word in Durango--just had to throw that out there before you saw the pictures.)  I told Hays that I was sad I wouldn't be getting any pictures and he said that Erin's mom was meeting them for pictures.  I was uber jealous and invited myself to the photo shoot.  I'm SO GLAD I did!  Both of her parents were there.  Erin looked beautiful, Hays looked so handsome--they were adorable.  They are both so easy to be around and they tolerate their parents excitement.  They were great photo sports!  (THANK YOU!)
 I can't wait to hear how the dance went!


I'm doing a pretty pathetic job of staying up to date on my blog in 2015.  Maybe when grad school is over I'll be better at it again!  Oops!

This blog is about Braner x-rays this week.

Dax broke his collar bone this week.  He was at snowboarding practice and fell off a box and snapped his collar bone in two.  Of course, I was out of town--I was out of town when Hays crashed in 2011 and out of town this time.
Maggie got braces.  She was so excited to get them (more excited to get them so she could get them off before Senior Pictures).  Once they got on, I think she was much less excited.  The x-ray revealed that the orthodontist has lots of work to do, so we're glad we got started!

Friday, January 23, 2015

Boarding & Volleyball & Brothers! Oh My!

Wow!  What a weekend!  We are in the season of jam packed weekends filled with fun, competitions, tournaments and road trips!  It is crazy and exciting and fun and exhausting and we've only just begun!  We have Grand Junction (4 times), Powderhorn (twice), Crested Butte and Copper Mountain all before Easter!

Dax had a snowboarding competition (at Purg thankfully) Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  He raced in the Slalom and Giant Slalom.  It was his first time to race and he did great!  He raced six times and got first once and second five times!  He also qualified for Nationals at Copper Mountain and improved his GS time by more than a minute over the weekend.  I'm so proud of him!  It was fun to watch and to be a part of!
Maggie had a volleyball tournament in Colorado Springs.  The plan was to not go watch, but I couldn't stand it, so I left early Sunday morning and got to watch four of her seven games.  She played SO WELL.  I'm so proud of her.  (As a team they did awful, but improved--they lost every set, but Maggie was a super star!)  She's on the club team and this was the first of several tournament weekends out of town!
Meanwhile, while Tiki and Gabby and I were in the Springs with Maggie, Hays and Dax had a total "bro weekend" and it made me to happy and proud to see their pics on Instagram.  They went boarding and out to dinner and to a movie.  They're lucky to have each other!

Tiki and Gabby also had Snowburners (their boarding lessons) and they both improved so much this week!  Their coaches were very proud of them.
So, that was our weekend.  We head to Grand Junction next!