As the 4th of July dawned, we said goodbye to Brendan and his friends and to Crested Butte and headed for Ouray. As we’d visited Ouray the year before for Brendan and Sonya’s wedding and needed a little break, we took our sixth day pretty slow. Nora showed no signs of consciousness as we located a camping site, so we set up camp while she napped in the car (with the doors open). I decided to take a little rest as well. Mike popped a beer and sat in the sunshine outside. A few moments later he started whispering furiously. I came out of the tent and discovered that a baby squirrel had fallen out of a tree and climbed up his leg. Its mother was NOT happy. She managed to coax him off Mike’s leg and carried him back to the nest only to have him “fall” out a few minutes later. It took her a good half hour to get him back in there. The whole ordeal made me glad that when my baby wants to learn about gravity she generally drops her sippy cup. She does not fling herself out of a tree.
Later that afternoons the skies got dark and it rained for a while, which we took as an opportunity to go into town and grab a bite to eat at Billy Goat’s Gruff Biergarten. Nora was delighted to get to play in the mud in her new hazmat suit when we got back to camp. I was delighted that I didn't have to deal with a muddy baby.
The rain brought some chilly weather that evening, so we bundled up our wee girl in about twelve layers. She was out like a light before the loudest firework display I’ve ever heard began. She didn’t make a peep.
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