Welp, everyday can’t be perfect. And I can’t always be mother of the year! 

We were heading to Guffey, to Paradise Cove to cliff jump. We made a slight detour so the kids could see the Royal Gorge and walk across the bridge. 

Finally made it to Paradise Cove after driving and driving and thinking and worrying about this cliff jump. We had talked about it all week. Part of this trip was planned around it. It was a tough hike to get to the cove. But it was beautiful. I, however, was totally freaked out. You hike into the bottom, and then obviously have to rock climb to get to the jumping spot. Again, totally freaked out. Not about me, because I had no intention of jumping. The thought of me sitting there watching my kids climb and jump this thing was  terrifying to me. So we sat and watched others do it for awhile. Poor Kate had her camera in video mode  ready for me to record, she was ready to go. I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Crappy mom trailed behind on the awful hike back to our car. I felt terrible. But relieved. And terrible. 

After a bit of an emotional talk, and apologies, we had to go find a place to camp. I was exhausted. Totally drained. Hard driving all day, feeling like shit, I just wanted my bed. We finally pulled into the Lone Duck campground, I cried a little.  The kids were so amazing and understanding, albeit disappointed. We made dinner and crashed. Crashed hard. A new day is just around the corner. But so is home. Bittersweet day ahead. A few plans for our last day and then we drive this It’ll Do into our driveway.