If you're in Boulder, the first thing you must do is, obviously, take a hike.

In motorcycle goggles.

Of course, what is a hike without some warm-up...ninja kickboxing?

They made it look so easy in the DVD.


We may have transitioned into yoga at some point.

But mostly we just fell over a lot.

After yoga, we participated in some pre-hike meditation...

And after securing a dedicated if slightly asthmatic sherpa...

We were ready to engage in the mandatory beginning-of-the-hike booty dance.

There was snow frolicking...

And, yes, a little tree hugging.

Okay, a lot. Whatever.

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We at the Pine Cone Appreciation Society never pass up a good photo op.

Once in town, we noticed the rocking horses had been downgraded to pigs.

Probably due to the economy.

We also hunted down mermaids in boutique stores...though

for some reason, she looks a little creepmeister in this photo.

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Then we engaged in a little rock climbing. The place is called Boulder, after all.

Don't tell Tamura's mom.

And how better to end a day like this, than sixty-eight thousand games of pool...

Played while wearing mustaches.

The first annual Mustachio Bashio was, needless to say, a complete success.

The men simply couldn't stay away from us.

(That's us in the photo. Not the men. I'm not sure where they went.)

Good looking women, the great outdoors, and key lime truffles? Can't wait for next time, B.

Save us some pine cones.