On top of the world at Mount Evans

Hello. It's me. I've fallen off the blogging bandwagon. More specifically, I launched myself off of it, got rolled over by the wagon several times, and lost all semblance of sanity in the clusterfuck that is wedding planning.

But I emerge victorious, with a ring on my finger and one hell of a wedding story (which I'll go into another time.)

People keep asking me what life is like now that I'm hitched. And I'm always tell them, it's the exact same. Seriously - nothing has changed, other than feeling relief that the big day is over. And I guess it doesn't make as much sense to refer to Derek as "the boy" anymore. He is hereby officially promoted to the exclusive title of "my husband."

But he was still "the boy" when his parents came into town the week before the wedding and we made a trip out to Mount Evans.

Mount Evans is one of Colorado's 14ers and is particularly famous for its eponymous scenic byway being the highest paved road in North America. To my delight, its peak is also home to some incredibly photogenic goats.

Living Ikea rug

The baby stole the show, for obvious reasons.

Squad goals.

That tongue!

That smile!

This goat was definitely flirting with the camera.

We watched the goats for probably twenty minutes, enthralled by their weirdness and totally ignoring the majestic views around us. Eventually we pried our eyes away and walked the couple of switchbacks that took us to the peak of the mountain.

A small man fell out of Derek's shorts.

The background looks awfully precarious. I promise I was very secure when this photo was taken, Mom!

Altitude can make people do funny things.

Mount Evans is well worth a gander if you're looking for a half day trip from Denver. I left feeling cheery, slightly light-headed and genuinely curious about where I could buy me a baby goat.