Ski lift and waver

On Saturday we went up to Sundance to ride the ski lift.  I've always wanted to do that.  (Rachael and I rode a tram in Germany over the vineyards one time that was one of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had in my life.  I love quiet, peaceful rides in the open air.)  The day was GORGEOUS.

Seb was nervous about it at first but soon became comfortable enough to make ME nervous.  The others weren't scared at all.  Daisy rode in the carrier and YELLED on the way up (so much for quiet and peaceful rides, but oh well).  When we got up to the top, we hiked around a bit.  There were lovely sweeping views and little woodsy alcoves.

I love the patterns the leaves make against the blue sky.  Like red lace.

Bright aspens.  I love their spindly trunks.  Those "tiny" ones down on the right are probably as tall as our house (we could tell when we got closer), so you can imagine how tall the others are.

The cutest thing was on the way down.  Going up, there weren't many others on the lift, but going down many more of the seats were full.  Daisy suddenly decided to put herself out to be sociable.  She'd wait till the people on the other side were close enough, and then she'd start calling, "Iiiiii!  Iiiiiii!" and waving at them.  (This is a new skill, and new word, which she is quite pleased to trot out every so often---but only on her own timetable, naturally.)  Everyone was charmed, quite charmed.  They smiled at her and waved and "hi"-ed back.  Even the mountain bikers, though you could tell they were a bit embarrassed about it.