Friday, Saturday, Sunday soccer

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.