On the third day of our trip we all headed for Keystone where Mitch and Mallory were getting married. We met in Breckinridge for lunch on the way. The weather was bad and we didn't have much time to spend there, which was disappointing since the last time I was there I was only 13 years old.
After our quick lunch in Breckinridge we went to the the resort where we were staying. Its the off season so there was really no one there, no one but wedding guests. After a quick change we headed to the gondola that would take us up the mountain to the ceremony.
The view from our condo
Below is our ride to the wedding...
We had to take two gondolas to the top of the mountain. Jayke thought this was pretty cool. I was just happy it wasn't a chair lift!
On the way up the mountain it stopped raining and there was a rainbow over the mountains...a good omen.
Jayke got to join in the Champagne toast! Look how happy he was about it...then he tasted it. (Non-alcoholic of course) He claimed it was good but I noticed he didn't touch it again. He tried several of the h'ordeuvres, which I was proud of him for. They were prepared for the 3 kids who were there and had chicken strips for them, much to Jayke's relief!
Before dinner...the guys watching football on their phone...smh.
There was lots of dancing. I danced with Jeff, I tried to dance with Jayke, and my mom tried to dance with everyone. As the night grew later and later I began to wonder how some of these people would get on the gondola to get back down the mountain. The ride down was a little scary. It was Jeff and I on the Gondola in the pitch black. All you could see were the lights from the resort at the bottom of the mountain. The only noise was when you went over the periodic stands that held the Gondola cables, which was a little disconcerting. They gave you a blanket for the ride down which was little comfort in the pitch dark, on the side of a mountain, hanging by a cable in a metal and glass box. I was more than happy to get off of that thing and wondered how Jayke did. Turns out, he didn't like it much either.
The next morning we headed back towards Denver to have lunch with Kelly and go spend the evening with Mark and Robin. After running around non stop for 3 days I was happy to just hang out at their house and eat pizza from the grill. On the way back I took the below picture at the continental divide. We would have loved to have had another week to hang out in the mountains but unfortunately, we had to go home the next day. Maybe someday we will be able to go back. 4 days is not enough!







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