March 23, 2015

Colorado trip

Lots of pictures here, consider yourself forewarned.

 (Sidenote--are blog posts like this, the equivalent of inviting people over to bore with your travel slides in the 1970's?)


                                       

For all the romantic lore and songs of road trips, there is a lot of this sort of view. Rain, snow in Ohio. 

The first day, we drove about 14 hours, stopping in Effingham, Illinois. We had planned on stopping in Saint Louis, Missouri, but right before the Effingham exit, Gilbert stated throwing a fit about something and Elsie got carsick. 

It seemed like a good time to stop. 

The second day, we drove from Effingham to Hotchkiss, About 18 hours or so. We got into Hotchkiss a little after midnight, so we crept into the bunkhouse, where we were staying and crawled into bed without even seeing anyone. 

                                       

The bunkhouse upstairs, which is where the kids wanted to sleep, but I ruined their lives by not letting them. I wasn't sure how Gilbert and Elsie would do waking up in the middle of the night up these stairs.

                                       

The bunkhouse is pretty cool.

                                       

Orianna working on her schoolwork on the buffalo rug.


Thursday night at Grandma's, meeting Major, the newest nephew.


Everyone and their blue solo cup


Friday morning, Papa saddled Taffy, for the kids. 

Lily, Taffy, and an airplane


Papa and Aislyn


The ranch front driveway


Serious Orianna


Papa and Blaide, who likes to wear shorts.


Papa and Gilbert


Lily and Bud


Grandma Dawna and Aislyn


Papa and Gilbert again


Blaide cuddling Bud


Justin and his Elsie girl


Mick trying to get Elsie to wave to me.


And she grudgingly did.


Major's first horse ride


Lily's second turn. Taffy is a very patient horse.


Papa and Gilbert


Jocelyn 


Taking Major for another ride


Major found a new teething toy.



Elm trees budding


Cousins


Supper at the Lodge after the viewing


Music men 


Someone was moving sheep on the 'dobe hills



The grandsons, minus one. They were all pallbearers. 


All the grandkids and great-grands.



They wanted a picture with all the kids and grandma, but she didn't want to sit down. So....


Everyone just stood up. She had been cold, so she was wearing Jerad's suit jacket.


Trying to get everyone in there


All of the Danny Cotten family



Grandma wanted to hold Elsie, but Elsie is a little heavy for her. So they helped her hold Elsie.


These guys love Grandma quite a bit.


The funeral and reception were in the school gymnasium, so the kids played basketball after the tables were cleared away.


The siblings and their mother.

Mick and Kent in front, 
Nila, Cari, and Dana in back.


Grandma and Kent.


Grandpa's boots and flowers


This was the spray they had on Grandpa's saddle, which was on top of the casket.


These next four pictures are of the picture board. I didn't get the best angle on them, but it gives  you the general idea.





                                   

After the funeral, we all went back to Grandma's for a little bit.

                                   

Elsie talking to a snuggled up Grandma

                                  
                                   

Grandma having a Major snuggle.

                                   

Reading notes and flower cards

                                   

Elsie and Jerran were good friends


Aislyn and Elsie got in some good cousin time


Love this pink girl


The kids played in the clay, and got about four inches on the bottom of their boots, which made them walk like bigfoot. They dragged it out onto the steps, making a large mess. They referred to it as "the sticky mud" for the rest of the time.


I took these pictures on the wrong setting, so they are a bit off, color wise.


I like this picture for some reason.


Orianna and Ashli hanging out


Where the kids and I hung out. The sunshine was glorious.


Our view from the patio


This was how warm it was, no jackets and barefeet. 


But it wasn't so warm that they couldn't cuddle up in blankets


Or make wet footprints from the melting snow. 


Evening light. Everyone was back to making music.


Gilbert and Major. These poor boys, along with Brylan, are in the minority in the cousins.


Aislyn, Gilbert and Elsie being entertained by some computer thing


Isn't he perfectly adorable? 


Ashli and Lily after a busy day.


                                                 

Grandma braiding Cari's hair. It is funny the things the brain remembers, when things start getting forgotten. 

                                                 

Elsie and Bob had a great time together.

                                                 

Grandma, Lily, and Nila


Hanging out at Jerad and Mandy's the night before we left.


Going over the mountains. It was a grey day.




Kids


The buffalo sign right before you enter Wyoming on I-25.


The real deal


Calving season is in full swing, which you can tell from all the smaller black smudges.


We went to Mike and Diane Lerwicks for Wednesday night meeting. Cody has been helping them calve out, so we spent the night with them and got to see Cody some more. He came down to Hotchkiss for the weekend and went to funeral with us too, which was very nice. 


Kenny and Gilbert


Diane, Elsie, and Cody


Kenny, Gilbert, and Mike 


Orianna, Anna, and Hattie


We left Lerwick's around five the next morning, setting off for Iowa, to see my cousin, JoAnna

Driving into the sunrise and Nebraska


                             

After having a tire blow out near Lincoln, Nebraska, which took up a few hours, we didn't get to spend as much time with JoAnna and Pat as we wanted, but we managed supper together, and then we went to a local mall to hang out. Actually, we went to Barnes and Noble, thinking there would be cushy chairs to sit on while the kids looked at books. I haven't been in a Barnes and Noble in years, and apparently they abolished comfy chairs awhile ago. JoAnna saved the day by discovering a kids play area right outside Barnes and Noble in the mall. We sat on cushy seats and talked while the kids went crazy. 

                             

                             

JoAnna's companion, Pat Johnson, was in Colorado just a year ago, so she and Justin caught up on news, while JoAnna and I had a good chinwag about life. 

                             

With our JoAnna friend.

                                            

Justin and Pat

After we left them, we drove through the night and got home around three the next afternoon. Nina, my best pal, was up north for the weekend, and it didn't look like we would be able to see each other much, but we stopped by and I ended up doing a quick grocery shopping trip with her. It was terribly nice. Way too quick, but better than nothing! 

March 17, 2015

Heading West



On February 27th, on his 75th birthday, Justin's grandfather collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. He has had COPD for years, and had recently begun getting weaker, but it still was a shock when he died Sunday evening, March 1, from complications of pneumonia and congestive heart failure. 

I didn't know him as well as the rest of his family of course, but being a Cotten for 12 years, I feel like I knew him pretty well. Faith to God, love for Grandma (who was diagnosed with Alzheimers a few years ago), and care for his family were all so important to him. 


He and Lily were good friends last year when we were out there. 

By late Monday afternoon, we were heading west for the funeral.

But first, we headed south, spending the night at Clover and Evan's, which is three hours on the way.

(I was going to put up all the pictures of our trip and time out there in one go, but decided not to, since it was a lot. So I am just putting up some pictures of the evening we headed down to Clovers.)  


It was a topsy-turvy day, sunny one minute, storming the next. We got several inches of snow and some brilliant sunshine. Which made for an impressive sky. It was quite restful, after the rush of getting ready to go. Letting teachers know, packing for six, bringing all the snow clothes (just in case), cleaning out the van, packing the van, clearing out the fridge, emptying the trash, turning the heat down, shutting off the hot water heater.... and did we remember...? 



I love winter evenings



Fiery sunset




The beginning of 4,200 miles


The kids, packed in like sardines


Getting to Clovers, where there was a lot of snow


Marilla's birthday was two days later, so we had an early birthday cake


Little unsure seven year old


Elliott was heartily enjoying singing at Rilla


Love this. Elliott and Rilla's expressions. 


Gilbert copying Elliott. He likes that Elliott kid.


The trees on Clover's road, snowdrifts 5-6 feet up.