Father's Day Hike 2013 - Roxborough Park CO

Our fourth annual Father's Day hike destination this year was at Roxborough State Park in South West Denver. It was a delightful day, even though we had to rush due to an unexpected rain shower.
I really like Father's Day to be low key so, as usual, we all stopped and picked up our choice of "picnic food" before meeting at the park. And we set off on a short journey to enjoy each other and a new, beautiful location in the state where we live.

I had heard about Roxborough Park a couple of years ago, but we'd never made it out there. In fact, based on the description from a friend about where it was, I was not that excited about what it sounded like it had to offer. I was SO wrong. The park is GORGEOUS!

I recently learned that the state name "Colorado" was inspired by the Colorado River, Rio Colorado for the red color and Colorado means something like, "the color red". Another story about the name of the state said the "color red" influence comes from the abundance of red rock formations that are found throughout the state. Well, Roxborough Park is a great representation of this feature that inspired the name of our wonderful, and gorgeous state.

The park has several hiking trails offering a variety of difficulty and distance. I chose the Fountain Valley Trail which features a 2.3 mile loop around the North end of the park at 6,100 ft above sea level. We followed the dirt trail, taking pictures along the way, and enjoying reminiscing about the years and experiences we've all shared. An offshoot lookout trail took us to the top of a small hill in the middle of the park with some great vistas. This is where we paused to eat our lunch. That's when the lightning started in the near distance so we quickly finished our lunch and got off the high point in our journey.
As a gentle sprinkle began to fall, we happened to be at the North end of the trail where there are some preserved historic homes. We enjoyed a wonderful summer rain shower under the covered porch (and of course all checked our phones for email and other interactions since this spot had wireless connectivity).

As the rain subsided we set out and finished the other side of the trail going South. It was an awesome day with my wonderful kiddos! Now, where to go next year?

Commemorating Dad

You know, I don't know if it's just me, or if everyone struggles to remember stuff going way back. I think my first real memories of individual scenes from when I was a kid date back to the time of my dad's assignment to Germany (he's retired Air Force). I vaguely remember one night being left at some kind of kids care on base with my brother (and what seemed then like tons of other kids). I think I remember us getting some kind of little super hero flashlights for when it was dark there. I also vaguely remember, or think I remember some canvas cots all lined up one beside the other in rows and head to toe in columns. Maybe in a gymnasium on base or something. Who knows.

I also have mini video clip memories of the day John F. Kennedy was shot. I think that was because I paid super careful attention due to the obvious emotion and concern I saw in my mom as she monitored the news about what was going on stateside. I'm pretty sure we were still in Germany when it happened.

And I remember my brother and some of his friends thinking it was funny to scare the little brother walking through tall grass between our apartments where they could duck down and knew I couldn't see over the grass like they could to find them. Pretty scary when you're a little kid and all you can see is sky above and grass all around and the comforting hand of the person who can see disappears amidst laughter and "shhhh!, He'll find us!"

All that aside, as I reflect on Father's Day about memories of my dad, here are a few:

Favorite: Both my brother and I got motorcycles when we were kids so we could enjoy riding. When we were teenagers in New Mexico we went on a weekend camping/riding trip with my dad. It was quite the adventure. We trailered the bikes to somewhere in Northern New Mexico (near Madrid I think I remember) and set up camp in what seemed to me a desolate rock quarry area. I just remember the tents on lots of gravel and not much vegetation around. We had two tents, one for Kenn and I and one for dad. We were so tired I don't remember anything about the night. However, I will never forget breakfast the next morning. Seems we had remembered EVERYTHING when packing except more than one pot to cook breakfast in. Now understand, I love grits and I love corned beef hash, but first thing in the morning and cooked in the same pot... well, it looked like it had already been eaten and brought back up for a vote. Joking aside though, one of the qualities I remember about my dad that has influenced who I am was that no challenge would overcome him. When something seemed impossible he would always back off, think about it, and then solve it.

Scariest: I don't remember much of the details, but when we lived in the San Fransisco area one night I got up late for some reason and met what I later found out was only my dad in a Alfred E Newman mask and trench coat in the hall. I don't think I want to know any more details.

Most Humorous: (Punked!) I worked at a stereo store just after I graduate high school. One of the perks was that we could bring equipment home to try out while the store was closed. One Saturday after a long day at work for me and a long hard day of working in the yard at home for dad, I had brought home some really nice equipment and an amazing record (yes, even though cassettes and 8-tracks were around then) of rain and thunderstorms. Just after sitting down to dinner I excused myself briefly and set the speakers in the hall right outside my door (where they would not easily be seen) and set the record to play from the beginning. I wish I had pictures of the complete problem solving looks on his face as he attempted to figure out where the freak and enormous rain and thunder storm had come from when he had just come in from what looked like an amazingly clear evening. Oh, and the sound of the water falling off the roof and hitting something... he was really stumped by what the rain could be hitting. When he got up to check, as he neared the sliding glass door it became clear something was out of whack and then his ears led him to the hallway where he found the speakers I had set up. The look on his face was priceless. Oh...wait. There's one better than this... ask him about night he came home from the theater where he saw Jaws and the plastic shark in the toilet!

Proudest: There are lots of times I remember to be proud of my dad. He was always the rock and everything seemed more stable when Pa (I started calling him "Pa" when I was in high school... daddy was just too childish to say as a teen and dad was not cool) was around. As an Air Force officer who promoted from 1st Lieutenant to Colonel he had many promotions, but there was only one the whole family went to. I know he went through many, but other than it being a lot like a graduation ceremony (people talking FOREVER ... but it was cool because they were talking about my dad!) I remember when he stood at attention to have his oak leaf clusters pinned on in Albuquerque. "That's MY dad!" I remember thinking.

Freakiest: When he almost drowned me capsizing our sailboat when he was learning to sail on a tricky lake and he used my back as the bottom to push off and get to the top. - haha, Pa, you know I had to put this one in here ;o) He still swears he didn't, but I think the footprint is still on my back.

Commonalities: Though I know my wife and children would like point out many more things my dad and I share in common, here's a few I'm fond of:

1. Strong love for Mexican - I think we could both eat it 3x7x365


2. Geekiness - we both love gadgets and tech stuff


3. Love the outdoors - though I can't stand to be outside much in the South, out here in the West, where I grew up with daddio we spent lots of times outdoors doing stuff


4. Motorcycling - My dad planted this love in our hearts early on. I still remember the day he brought his first Suzuki home when we were in Colorado Springs. Now I ride a Suzuki (haha, Pa, mine's BIGGER now!)


5. Analytical mind - Though we were on very different career paths the skill sets we both seem to have are amazingly similar. Problem solving is one of our fortes.


6. Temper - yeah, blah, blah, blah. Thankfully we've both learned to control it more as we've gotten older.


7. Opinion - we both have one. Sometimes they're similar sometimes they are not.

So, here's to Pa on Father's Day. There's a lot more I could say, but hey, what would I post about next year?