During an afternoon reprieve from soccer, we headed down to Union Station for lunch, a haircut and a pick up: Grandmommy.
Union Station is the new Denver hub for transportation. This is where you catch the train to the plane. I had egg salad that I will be dreaming about for the rest of my life. Yum!
Kenedy before her haircut.
According to the car thermostat, Denver hit 95 degrees F that Saturday--enough to melt this mountain family. We bolted back to the hills where the weather was perfect for a beer on the deck.