christopher creek

Dan came home from work last week and said "Let's go somewhere." Two hours (no small feat) later we had loaded up our gas-guzzler and, putting thoughts of $4/gallon gas out of our minds, we headed out of hotter-than you-know-where Mesa and headed for the hills. We stayed in Christoper Creek at a "lodge" (a term applied generously- more like a wooden Motel 6) but had a GREAT time despite being able to hear our neighbors. The rooms had lofts in them for the kids to sleep in. All day long as we went from fun activity to fun activity, the kids begged "Can we just go back to the hotel (pronounced "hoe-tail" by Rachel in some inexplicable left over Texas-ness) to play?" They loved it. I loved seeing them run around on the grass at the "town party" as Johnny called it. I loved seeing Rachel chicken out of going to the top of the climbing wall, only to go back and say "I can do it this time, I know I can!" and the look on her face when she went all the way to the TOP! I loved watching Dan and Jacob cuddling. I loved the HUGE rainstorm that came up and how it sent everyone scurrying under some park cabanas, and how everyone made room for each other and made sure the kids weren't getting wet as strangers got to know one another in close quarters. I loved just being with my little family.