Up in the thin air.

The dead sleeps this good. Maybe. According to Mike we were supposed to be so dehydrated because of the altitude. No oxygen for us just Motrin. Waking up to Mike and Jill talking downstairs, I finally realized where we were. It is amazing waking up to realize you are in the mountains. The views are great and the air is so clear. We had a wonderful breakfast in Dillon at a tiny placed called Kulas. After a breakdown of communication, Mike was on his way to pick up Kimie, Rebbecca, and Matthew at the Denver Airport. Jill and I weren't left to our own devices however, Jeremy was here to help take care of us. He led us back to Breckenridge where we hiked up a bit of a hill and explored some crazy mines (so many different beer bottles back in there). So we earned those cookies we got at Mary's Mt. Cookies. Sitting in downtown Breckenridge we decided to take a walk to see our guides former night club. 320 South. We took our son around with us everywhere. It is great how he just hangs out and doesn't make a peep. The sky began turning sour and we headed to Frisco to meet up with our host for the weekend Ken. I only spent a little time with Ken before this weekend in Chicago for Widespread Panic, and a half hour today but I am excited to spend some time with him in what I feel is Jill and my own realm. I realize one thing about Summit County... no wireless. Mikes, no. Kenny's, no. Kula's, no. So we headed down to the Marina in the rain and now are enjoying their free wifi. Jeremy has been the man in the know down here so he certainly made the day. Looking forward to spending some family time with the Q's and meeting up with some friends this evening. Fat Tire tastes better here by the way, I think its the altitude.