Adam had the afternoon off on Monday, Presidents' Day. And it was a pretty nice day. So we thought we would honor the nature-loving, conservation-driven spirit of President Teddy Roosevelt by hitting the hills for another beautiful Colorado hike. This time the hike took us up to Catamount Falls in the tiny town of Green Mountain Falls, Colorado. I know I always put up tons of pictures from our hikes, but that is because there are so many beautiful, breath-taking things to see! This wintry hike held treasures that will be long melted when we go back and hike it again this summer. I can't wait! It is going to be a completely different hike on a warm, sunny July day. Enjoy the pictures, we sure enjoyed the hike!
Luke and I at the starting point, overlooking a frozen-over pond. One lone goose, seen on the ice just below my back, seemed to have missed the bus to Arizona. Fortunately, the cafe next to the pond takes care of his dietary needs, as for the cold? I hope feathers are enough!
For much of the first half of the hike we were a little disappointed. The town won't let you park close to the actual trail head because it is off residential streets, so we had to start following along the roadside. It's a cute little town, with a lot of buildings/homes from the early settlement days (i.e. mid to late 1800's), but we were hoping for a little more "nature." We followed a lot of rustic home-in-the-woods and log-fishing-cabin lined streets too. My favorite thing about this part was seeing all the cute names for the houses like "Blue Haven" "Love in the Pines" and "Sutter's Effort." Unfortunately, the boys were not as excited about well-picked names for vacation cabins. They were whiny, and not thrilled about the lack of boulders to climb and the steepness of the streets. 
However, as soon as we got off the road and onto the trail, they perked right up, and not a whine was heard...until the descent, once again on the cabin-lined dirt roads. A sign posted at the entrance to the trail warned of mountain lion sightings. So we made sure to walk not-softly and Adam carried a big stick (get the Teddy Roosevelt reference there? Hardy, har!). We chuckled at ourselves, like a stick would help if a hungry mountain lion wanted us for dinner! But it made us feel better anyway. Don't worry, we didn't see a single one. Here's Adam and the boys heading up the mountain-lion-free trail.
This was just a cute picture of Josh, climbing one of those boulders the boys missed so much on the first part of the hike.
And then we arrived at a big surprise, which turned out to be best part of the hike...Catamount Creek, a.k.a. Catamount Ice Flow. The entire creek was one giant ice slick that had risen above the level of the trail. As one layer froze another would rush down and freeze on top and around the first until it reached up, out, over and around the bridge and proceeded to continue this process, making its way down the trail. Layer upon layer of frozen water covered the trail for at least 45 feet. It was like a giant version of the ice slick that used to grow in front of our driveway every winter when I was a kid when the drain got clogged. It was so cool (and I don't just mean cold!) and so incredibly slippery! Here Ben is taking out my legs as he goes down .
Zach getting in some dramatics while trying to stand up. Josh just opted for the one-foot crawl.
Some of the mega-icicles.
More frozen cascading creek. When the creek became solid, the water that hadn't yet frozen just started going wherever it wanted!
A little portion of the creek goes through a rock cave. You could hear the water still flowing underneath the thick ice.
Ben could hardly stand, not that he wanted to. He thought the falling was the best! You can see the "ripples" in the frozen creek he is trying to walk up.
Luke thought the slipping and sliding was so funny. Ruby did not. And I love this picture, because you can see Ben mid-fall in the background.
As you can see, we spent some time here on the frozen, expanded creek. Did I say yet that it was slippery? Ice skating arenas have nothing on this ice flow! I could hardly stand, and just when I thought I had my balance, I would nearly go down again.