danadanalexgenevieve: Adventures with Alex

Today Ryanne was out of town for her Dad's wedding, so I took the day off and hung out with my son. Maybe you've heard of him? Alexander William?

Our original plan was to ride the free Summit Stage bus in the morning and tour Frisco, Silverthorne and Dillon, and then rent a bicycle and trailer in the afternoon and explore some of the many bike trails around here. As it was, Alex took a 2+ hour morning nap from 10am-12pm, so we had to abandon the bicycle plans. It was for the best anyway, as we had to make a Target run.

So we hopped on the bus just a block from our house and rode to the Frisco bus station, then hopped another bus into Silverthorne. From the Silverthorne station it was just a two-block walk to the Target. We got some dark chocolate M&Ms. Yum!

Me and Alex on the bus in Silverthorne

From Silverthorne, we hopped the bus to Dillon, just up the road, and just UP the picturesque Frasier Valley.

The Summit Stage is perhaps one of the most redeeming man-made creations in all of Summit County. You can ride the bus for free just about any time of day from 5:30am to 1:30am, and you can get close to just about anywhere you'd care to be. In fact all of the ski resorts are served by the bus, as well as commercial and residential hubs.

We were planning to ride over to Dillon and catch the water taxi across Lake Dillon back to Frisco. But because of the thunderstorms all day, the water taxi was not running. Stranded, as it were, we were forced to enjoy the late afternoon at the Tiki Bar in Dillon. The Tiki Bar has a rather nice little happy hour.

The loneliest tiki bar in the world

We were about the only people at the all-outdoor bar and grille, on account of the inclement weather. That was just fine with us, as it gave us time to relax, bond, and take in the arcadian landscape.

What a great Doors tune - I hadn't heard it in years!

Heavy wather over Dillon, Colorado

And from whence it came

Despite the chilly climes, with temperatures in the low 50s, Alex managed to stay well bundled-up thanks to Daddy's foresight in packing the diaper bag.

Unable to beat a retreat to Frisco on the water taxi, we hastily looked up Mommy's law firm's number in the phone book and called for a rescue pickup. Mommy soon arrived in the trusty Civic and had herself a rum runner (hey, it was still happy hour!), and then we all trundled off to the warm interior of the Red Mountain Grill.