Colorado’s best and most affordable family vacation: YMCA of the Rockies

Are you looking for an affordable and fun family vacation in Colorado? Look no further than our adventures at YMCA of the Rockies’ two gorgeous locations in Granby and Estes Park, and the iconic National Park that connects them.

Camp Chief Ouray

Last week, my daughter Hadley attended her third year at Camp Chief Ouray (CCO) for kids ages  7-17 outside of Granby, Colo. To say she looks forward to spending the week making new friends, horseback riding, hiking, crafting and canoeing in one of Colorado’s most gorgeous locations is an understatement. Her week at CCO is the highlight of her entire year. It’s not just the fun activities she enjoys but as Colorado’s longest-running overnight camp in Colorado, CCO is heaped in traditions–from all-camp games to Vespers to camp cheers to racing into the field during the final night’s dance and rocking out to Rusted Root’s “Send Me On My Way.”

Oh, and sunsets like this don’t hurt, either. ouraysunset

As the Crow (Cabin) Flies

Friendship Circle at closing ceremonies

Prior to their final sendoff, families gathered around the campfire and each cabin shares their “Camp Magic” for the week. Responses ranged from touching to hilarious. “Human Pac-Man and Apache Boot Camp.” “Friendship and stomping ants.” Mysterious mouse attacks and winning the Golden Plunger.” “Playing in Pole Creek.” “Sleeping with the squirrels.” My daughter’s cabin’s contribution was “Tooting during Devos [nightly cabin devotionals] and squishy cats,” which is particularly impressive because our cat, Fat Kitty, wasn’t even there and he somehow he still made camp memorable for the girls. My all-time favorite Camp Magic was from a group of 10-year-old boys: “Raiding cabins and being rejected by girls at the dance.”

Hadley’s favorite moment was late one night when she swears the heavens were opened to reveal the Milky Way’s glorious Big and Little Dippers, the Gemini twins, and the seven sisters of the Pleiades. Now, that’s some true camp magic.

YMCA of the Rockies Snow Mountain Ranch

I’ve been to both of YMCA of the Rockies’ two locations in Granby and Estes Park but never back-to-back. On the final day of camp, my son Bode and I drove to Snow Mountain Ranch and checked into Indian Peaks Lodge, with a bird’s eye view of Camp Chief Ouray. Rest assured, we did not stalk Hadley;  we had a few hours before picking her up and we played hard. We started with the zipline and I informed Bode he had to climb a 30-foot pole or ladder to ride the 600-foot zip line!  ($10; must be 8 or older). He nervously asked, “We’re attached climbing up, right?” “Bode, have I ever made you do anything unsafe?” His response summed up our entire mother-son dynamic: “That’s debatable.”

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From there, we canoed Gaylord Reservoir ($5) located on-property. We followed a mother duck and her ducklings, spied on a beaver dam and did not capsize. Guess which one I enjoyed (not doing) the most?gaylordreservoir

 

After retrieving Hadley, we tie-dyed shirts at the craft center, did archery, mourned we weren’t staying longer to delve into the expansive summer programming schedule and ended our adventures with their infamous Summer Tubing Hill that opened last summer. Free for YMCA of the Rockies guests, we relished barreling down the Snowflex® tubing slope with a cool spray mist, followed by the magic carpet whisking us to the top again.tubing

YMCA of the Rockies Estes Park

Snow Mountain Ranch and Estes Park share an iconic neighbor: Rocky Mountain National Park.  Trail Ridge Road (the highest continuous paved road in the U.S.) connects the two and is only open during the summer months. We followed the itinerary How to do Rocky Mountain National Park in One Day and had a fabulous day at play before arriving in Estes Park.

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The 860-acre Estes Park Center borders Rocky Mountain National Park on three sides and was like entering another world. Juxtaposed against Snow Mountain Ranch’s 5,100-acre spread with sweeping views of the Continental Divide, Estes Park Center seems like a small, intimate non-stop party.  When I asked Hadley which she preferred, it was a draw. “I think Snow Mountain Ranch is  more about outdoorsy stuff and everything is much more spread out because it’s bigger. At Estes Park, it’s nice you can walk to all the buildings and more people seem to be doing regular sports.”

Both locations have epic hiking, mountain biking, day camp, pools, activities (archery, zip lines, craft centers, volleyball, mini golf) and horseback riding. But Hadley was correct–everywhere we looked, families were playing sports. And, apparently, nose picking.

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After 27-hole miniature golf, we were cutting across the field when three fun staffers stopped us with an invitation to play football. Hadley balked. If she had a bucket list, learning to play football was at the bottom of it. Bode and I consented and my reluctant daughter was soon embroiled in a heated 3-on-3 game (it helped that two of the counselors were cute college-aged guys). By the end, she was not only receiving like a champ but had taken over as quarterback.

While Hadley delved into the Mootz Family Craft and Design Center (arguably one of the best craft centers we’ve ever seen), Bode fell in love with Gaga Ball.gagaball

Unfamiliar? It’s like murder ball but with more carnage.

That night after our all-you-can-eat buffet-style dining at the Aspen Dining Room cafeteria, we’d planned to do the Astronomy Walk but I was recovering from a cold and I. Was. Done.  Disappointed at the prospect of spending the rest of our evening in our room, I suggested the kids play across the street at the playground as I kicked my feet up on the balcony and read a book.playground1

It was, just like the entire weekend, the best of both worlds.

 

The Adventure Converts

In some instances, I’m really good at saying “no.”  Altogether now:

“Mom, can I play eight hours of video games?”

No.

“Mom, can I have my tenth cookie in an hour?”

No.

Easy, right? Where I struggle is when my kiddos are begging for an adventure which, quite frankly, rarely happens. We’re usually just active enough that they enjoy their downtime but on the second week of summer break, Bode came to me complaining he and his buddy Sean had nothing to do.

“Do you want to bike to our nearby open space park, play in the creek and get Slurpees after?”

Slurpees? Creek? Bike? You betcha!

We invited Sean’s sisters Sydney and Maddie, Hadley and our neighbor Sadie to join us. We’re only a 15-minute bike ride away from a glorious 133-acre park with wetlands providing habitat for waterfowl, amphibians and insects, open meadows and a creek. The water is usually very shallow but with all of our rain, it’s a knee-to-waist-deep river.

This picture right here? This. Is. Summer.

Hadley and Bode delved right in but our friends were tentative, not wanting to get their clothes wet, skirting bugs, losing flip flips, squealing about mud. However, after forging through the river, climbing over branches and logs, their adventurous spirits kicked in and they started having a blast.  I took this video at the beginning and I chuckle at their reaction:

And this at the end. They all attempted the river on their bikes except for Bode who was having mechanical difficulties. He won’t get off so easily next time. Here’s Hadley:

Yes, they are obsessed with slow-motion videos and made me capture each of them.

“Next time, I’ll more prepared to get wet,” Sadie exclaimed.

“Yeah, I have some old tennis shoes I’ll wear instead,” proposed Maddie.

“I told you guys we were going to the creek and we’d be getting wet,” I countered.

“I know,” said Sadie. “I just wasn’t expecting this.”

This meaning mud, water, bugs and zero inhibitions. It’s called Adventure 101. Give me your kids and I’ll dirty and toughen them up for the day, so long as you promise to do arts and crafts with mine.

Summer Fun in Colorado

For the next several weeks, posting will be sporadic as the kids and I embark upon our month-long adventure to Canada and back again.  Summer is flying by waaaaaay too quickly and when we return we’ll already be planning back-to-school.

A few highlights: Taking Hadley to KURIOS - Cabinet of Curiosities. It was a crazy, stormy night and we were warmly tucked away inside. This was my fourth Cirque du Soleil performance but my favorite part was watching Hadley’s reaction. She’s such a creative, imaginative kid who’s constantly shot down in a linear world. It was magic to see this dreamscape unfold where creativity is rewarded and heralded.

Now that it’s summer, I’m not super strict with bedtime and she’d stay up all night creating and drawing if I’d let her.

Adventures near Clear Creek following Avid4 Adventure day camp. Sadly, they weren’t in Clear Creek…the water levels as just too high!

And yep, Avid4 Adventure was a blast!

Summer hiking group at Evergreen Lake

and another at Maxwell Falls.

We had an amazing trip to pickup Hadley from Camp Chief Ouray. More details next week but we had a blast ziplining, canoeing, summer tubing and more at our beloved YMCA of the Rockies! First, at Snow Mountain Ranch.

Zipline

Trail Ridge Road, the highest continuous paved road in the U.S.

Then, at the Estes Park Center.

Gaga Ball

Bode: ruining iconic photos

We had a blast previewing the Children’s Museum of Denver’s new 30,000-square foot outdoors playscape Joy Park. Bode and his buddy Porter were the very first kids to ride the mini zipline!


The favorite features were that zipline, building a dam in the stream and digging a volcano in the sand dunes and filling it with water. My kids were the dirtiest and messiest out of anyone. I’ve decided to view it was a talent, not a curse.


Until laundry time.

White Fence Farm opened up Granny’s, a new candy shop, that we just had to check out as well.

Here’s for hoping the hoping the rest of our summer is just as sweet.

When lightning strikes

Denver has had some craaaaaazy weather this spring/summer. Though the deluge has subsided, it’s not uncommon to have daily thunderstorms. Temperatures have been tolerable in the 80s and low-90s, which makes me really happy. Just keep me out of the upper 90s and triple-digits.

I’ve experienced a handful of scary lightning storms but none scarier than backpacking the West Rim Trail in Zion 15 years ago. It’s a miracle we made it though the night, though being greeted by a winter wonderland was one of my favorite moments ever.

Last month, Denver had a crazy lightning storm that electrified the horizon for more than an hour. I’d like to say we cowered under my duvet and belted out “My Favorite Things” as we watched each enormous Zeus-like bolt power through the atmosphere back to earth, leaving backlit impressions into our retinas.

Jamie in deep reflection in between bolts

But if we’re being honest here, this is what it looked like every time the light illuminated the room.

Some things (and kids) are better left in the dark.

It’s Bode’s first ever guest blog post

And that boy doesn’t disappoint as he tells it straight about his Avid4Adventures:

From stinky, dead bloated fish.

To the girl who wiped out mountain biking and her “skin folded off.”

To his hiking bathroom breaks.

To freaking me out when he rocked the boat.

To kicking his sister’s butt rappelling.

Read all about it here.

A glimpse at paradise

We’re on the third week of summer fun and as predicted, it’s flying by. Hadley is enjoying her third year of Camp Chief Ouray in the gorgeous Colorado Rockies. This is what the picture they posted at their fireside a few nights ago.

I’ll spare you my view. It involves a bed, Kleenex box and too-much TV.

 

Family Activities in Moab

My family was fortunate enough to camp in Moab for Mother’s Day. Don’t miss our adventures over at Mile High Mamas including my mom fail on the mountain bike, surfing a sand sea and hiking iconic Delicate Arch.

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For several years, I was a Salt Lake City-based travel writer and adventure paradise Moab, Utah was my second home. We rafted the Colorado River, mountain biked famed Slickrock trail, 4x4ed Moab Rim, hiked to Delicate Arch at sunrise and cooled down in Mill Creek Canyon’s cossetted swimming holes. Even after moving to Colorado, getting married and having kids, my husband Jamie and I would return annually to backpack Devil’s Kitchen in nearby Canyonlands National Park.

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Adults: Lamer than we look

As we were walking into Stake Conference, Hadley observed a man in the parking lot guiding traffic and then another holding the door open to welcome us.

“Mom, is it boring being an adult?”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

[I go on to list all the fun adventures I continue to have while she tunes me out.]

“Mom, I think I know what I want to be when I grow up.”

“That’s awesome! What is it?”

“I’ll want to be a kid again.”

Happy Places with Lady Luck

While the rest of Colorado is complaining about our wet spring, I’ve been rejoicing. Rain means lack of heat which means happy me. We’ve had many adventures in our burgeoning creeks and blissfully emerald mountains. I can’t remember Colorado ever looking so beautiful and I’ve felt so darn blessed.

The only problem is I’m not doing a very good job of balancing work and play now that the kids are home for the summer. We leave for Canada in two weeks and I have so much to get done including fixing car problems, selling that car, not knowing if we can afford a new one, making room for Jamie’s sister to move in with us, hospitalization and continued health issues for my mom…life’s list just goes on. The good with the bad, always.

The other day, I dropped the kids off at piano. I had an hour to kill so decided to trek through our nearby open space park but as I was driving over, a few raindrops splattered on my windshield. Should I or shouldn’t I? I certainly wasn’t dressed for the conditions but a little bit of rain has never been a deterrent–hail and lightning are another story. I went for it and conditions were dry for the first 20 minutes but just as I reached my turnaround point, the sky unleashed on me. I started to walk faster, then ran. Then I laughed.  And kept laughing. It felt so gloriously cool and like a blanket had been lifted from me. Note to self: go for more walks in the rain. On purpose.

The following morning, Bode woke up sick and Hadley’s appointment canceled. She was invited to a roller-skating birthday party later that afternoon but I texted my friend’s teenage daughter asking if Hadley could come over and play with her little sister Alex. Sure!  We drove over but no one was home. Psych. They were still at camp.

I’d planned to go for a quick hike at North Table so asked Hadley if she wanted to come along. She was game but more lukewarm than usual. As we waited in traffic construction, she observed “This day just isn’t going our way, is it Mom?”

We decided we try to track down a cossetted waterfall we discovered a couple of years ago, which was more of a trickle at that time.

 

Usually Hadley blazes past me but that day, she was dragging her heels.  Though it was only about 70 degrees, the air was muggy, the hike was unshaded and she wasn’t into it. The trail to the Mesa Top has been closed for two years due to flooding. We ignored the signs, climbed over the barrier and after another 15 minutes of steep terrain, we discovered our secret spot, which was so much more than a trickle–it was a full-blown waterfall.

I just love when Colorado pretends it’s Maui!

The entire tone of our hike changed. She came to life and I was invigorated by her exuberance. We splashed and played for a while and there was a new spring in her step as we descended. The wildflowers seemed brighter, butterflies and birds surrounded us as she collected ladybugs. It doesn’t matter where we go in the outdoors, she can spot them a mile away and they are drawn to her. I told her about my boot camp instructor Robyn who swears that dimes are her good luck charm…she finds them everywhere in the most obtuse places and sees them as little signs from heaven. “Maybe ladybugs are your sign from heaven,” I told her.

“They mean good luck, you know.”

“That makes it even better.”

This free-spirited girl of mine isn’t an overly sentimental, affectionate kid and she desperately craves her independence. So little moments like these are sheer magic when I get them.

As we walked to the car, she casually commented, “Mom, I’m glad Alex wasn’t home today.”

“Me, too, Lady Luck.”

Risky Bode Business

What to do when you’re an 8-year-old boy getting dressed and your mom walks into your room without knocking to put away the laundry: stand in your underwear and flex. Or maybe he was doing that anyway.

P.S. I made him put on shorts for the picture. For obvious reasons.