Breckenridge

Mother's Day weekend we went to Breckenridge. Breckenridge is a quaint little ski resort town. I'm not sure why I said quaint because tons of people go there to ski. But the town was deserted on Mother's Day so I win. As a matter of fact when we first got there, we walked around for about an hour looking for a restaurant that was open so that we could eat. We had to settle for Bubba Gump's.

This is the  view of the ski slopes from the lodge.

On Mother's Day we got up early and went and bought doughnuts and Starbucks and then I asked Jason to take 1.7 million pictures of me with Dawson so that he knows I am his mother.

We had no intention of skiing. As a matter of fact, this time of year that we went is called the mud season there, and they don't have slopes open. If you are agoraphobic, this is the perfect time and place to go on vacation for you.

We only stayed one night. On our drive home we decided to go through a town called Frisco and also drive by Dillon Lake, which is the picture below.

When we got home I got to open my presents. One of which Dawson tried showing me all week long. It was a round cement lawn stone with his hand prints in it. And I also got a manicure/pedicure treatment that I still need to use by the way. I should go right now. 

See ya.