As promised (threatened?) I am trying to catch up and report on most of our Colorado adventures.
One of the things on out CO docket was to take Cameron on first Casa Bonita trip. As a preview, for those who have no clue what Casa Bonita is, click here. We went two days after Cam was sick, a day and a half after Marty was sick, and a day after I was sick. For those who have been to Casa Bonita, or anyone who has eaten at a somewhat inauthentic Mexican restaurant, you can understand the timing of that outing was not the best. Luckily, however, no one really goes to CB for the food (including us, although the sopapillas are delicious and free), only for the atmosphere.
The atmosphere that night was awesome and enjoyable for small children everywhere. I think Cam appreciated it. He gave the “what the hell” look to the wandering mariachi band (they were sorely missing their regular trumpet player, who seemed to be replaced by someone auditioning for an air horn impersonation gig). Cameron didn’t go into “Black Bart’s cave,” mainly because it is loud and dark and rowdy kids are running amok, but also because I am terrified of it.
His attention was captured by the cliff diving shows (not really the pirate one, but the gorilla/ape one and the juggling fire one). He especially appeared to be amused watching his three cousins experience the joys of CB.
The plot of one of the shows involves one of the main characters being thrown off the side of the cliff into the water below, where he disappears. After MIRACULOUSLY reappearing at the end of the show, Emily, 8 remarked “Man, I thought that guy was a goner!” Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus and cliff divers at Casa Bonita do live forever.
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