Leadville 100!!

Sorry Mindi! Here it is.
Finn and I had the amazing opportunity to go to Colorado last weekend with mom and dad to camp with Adam, Mindi and co. It was so fun! Our camping experience the first night consisted of roasting marshmallows around the fire ring that Sierra built, Dad singing "Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby" in slow mo, spilled spaghetti and lots of rain during the night. We all awoke to puddles in our tents the next morning. (okay not Adam and Mindi because they weren't sleeping the Costco tents that the rest of us had)

Mindi had to drag the stove under the shelter to make our breakfast of "cookie dough". The stove wasn't working very well so that's what the pancakes looked like.We were all feeling pretty sorry for ourselves, sure that the pioneers never had these kind of problems with their stoves or tents!! Dad decided the whole thing was a crock and took a nice long nap in the car.Not sure how many of you know this about Dad, but he's really not the "outdoorsy" type. He says his version of "roughing it" is a condo and a golf course.
And in a the midst of all our tribulation we must remember Adam who has been up since 4:30 riding through the rain, cold and the mud!
We got everybody fed and headed to the first check point to see Adam but missed him by 12 minutes. So it's off the the next one. we were just above the 40 mile check point where the bikers make their final ascent to the turn around point. Mom took the girls and ran ahead. Dad, Mindi, Ruby, Tristan, Finn and I parked the cars and came up a few minutes later. As we were walking up it started to POUR! Mindi and i were walking backwards trying to shield our children as lookers-on were saying "those poor babies" and probably thinking "those crappy mothers!" Dad and Tristan were behind us and found some shelter to hide under and a really nice man called to Mindi and I and gave us his huge golf umbrella. As quickly as the rain began, it stopped and the sun came out. Then we waited.Excitedly at first.We nursed.Then we waited a little less excitedly.And we nursed some more.
Soon (and by soon i mean 3 1/2 hours later) we realized that something must have gone wrong.
But i'm sure all those other bikers really appreciated all of Dad's cheering and we appreciated Tristan repeating what he was yelling. Sure enough when we headed back to the cars there was a message from Adam. He got to the 40 mile check point 5 minutes too late to keep going! Adam is the man. He is so strong, determined and he knows who he is. Instead of being totally bummed and disappointed he shrugged it off as a "mercy kill" and has already determined what he has to do to be ready next year! Adam you're awesome! I love you!
I better cut this short. The rest of the weekend was so much fun. The kids did amazing! We loved being together. I really hope i get to go next year!