To celebrate Father's Day, we took a drive to the mountains to attend the Frisco BBQ Festival. Having spent many, many years in the southeastern United States, I LOVE good BBQ. I typically make an annual trip to join my friends in Kansas City on a BBQ crawl each spring.This year, I had to skip it (for obvious reasons). Frisco, which is a small town about 15-miles from Brekenridge, was beautiful - warm in the city, but surrounded by snow-capped mountains. The festival was jam packed and many of the vendors sold out. We brought our chocolate lab (who insisted I take his photo this morning):
Each time he found a scrap on the sidewalk, it was like he was in heaven!
I restrained myself and only ate two baby back ribs (one for each baby) and some kettle corn. I think the twins take after me with regards to BBQ - they seemed to like the ribs, but held an uprising against the kettle corn (oh, but the mix of salty and sweet tasted so good to me)!
On Sunday, I wrote a note to my husband from the twins telling them that even though they were too little to write the note themselves, they were looking forward to all the things they know he is going to do with them and teach them - long hikes on the trails of Colorado, how to do their calculus (my husband is a math-geek at heart), taking them to their first Led Zepplin concert, and teaching them all about superheros (he's also collected comics since he was a young boy). To sum it all up, we bought him this sculpture from David Gerstein, an Israeli artist whose work I have admired for years:
I saw it and just knew it was perfect!Later in the evening, I took him to my favorite creperie and then we headed to the theater to see Rock of Ages.
Overall, the perfect day for a Dad to be!
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Sounds like fun! I'm glad you had a great day!
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