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Mother Daughter Weekend at El Rancho


This weekend, Little Chic and I went to a local Christian ranch and did all sorts of camp-y stuff. Besides the trail ride on the horses, the 55-foot Alpine Tower was definitely the experience of the weekend. I will brag a bit and say that I was the only non-kid who made it to the top of the tower via the most difficult moving path, Jacob's Ladder. Here's Little Chic showing me how it's done. My own proof is on Girlfriend's camera. Perhaps I'll post my own feat when she sends me the picture. We also rode the 45-foot Alpine swing, which took much less effort and a lot more courage for those of us who are terrified of heights.

For those who didn't get the thrill of the tower, we also did the typical camp stuff like making stuff in the craft cottage, taking a moonlit hayride and eating S'mores around the camp fire. Oh, and not being able to sleep in the cabin with 9 other people snoring, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and whispering long after lights were out ;) That would explain the 3-hour nap I took when I got home yesterday morning!

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Unknown said…
Wow Jenlo! That sounds like the perfect mother daughter get-away!

Kudos to you on that amazing feat, that's so cool you climbed that sucker twice!

And I'm holding you to sharing that picture!

Blessings - Debbie
9/29/2008 9:23 AM
Rochelle said…
I would love to try climbing that thing! That is awesome that you did that! Way to go girl!!
Glad you had a fun weekend with your daughter, I know that was time well spent!
9/30/2008 12:21 PM
Mary Ellen said…
While I would have cheered you madly had I been there I don't think I would have found the courage to climb that thing OR to do the zip line...but my hat's sure off to you for your bravery! Looks like a really neat way to spend a weekend with your daughter.
10/01/2008 12:52 AM
Allana Martian said…
Wow! That looks like something Rebecca would love! I'm not too sure I would have been as athletically accomplished as you, though!

The scenery is so beautiful, too!
10/03/2008 8:05 AM
Anonymous said…
For those who didn't get the thrill of the tower, we also did the typical camp stuff like making stuff in the craft cottage, taking a moonlit hayride and eating S'mores around the camp fire. Oh, and not being able to sleep in the cabin with 9 other people snoring, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and whispering long after lights were out ;) That would explain the 3-hour nap I took when I got home yesterday morning!
10/07/2008 1:41 PM
Anonymous said…
This looks fun -- and exhausting!

So far my eldest has taken horsemanship at Path of Life, but next year when she's old enough we may take a look at El Rancho. (It's closer!)
10/08/2008 8:07 PM
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