Last of Vail

we started off our chilly mornings with a warm cup of cocoa  from mommy, and a warm fire courtesy of daddy.

 
warm.
fire.




the second morning, i believe i begged jon to just drive us around in the car with the heat blasting, but really the fire helped a ton.



the boys did spend a bit of time warming in the car.



this furry fella was tortured with love, and i'm sure regretted being discovered.





goof ball brothers.



we wrapped up every day with a mess.
s'mores.
s'messy.



i prefer my melted sugar in it's purist form.
not tainted by chocolate and grahams.



the pinky flair.
the only way to properly partake of a s'more.



the second night i remembered that i packed a stash of "hot hands" and "toasty toes"
they...helped...



half the reason we went to vail was just to get mango's fish tacos again on the way home.



we waited in the car while jon ran in.





fair well majestic mountains and flowering fields.