We went on many trips when I was growing up: camping, visiting family, going to things. This is one I’d classify as an actual vacation, a few days spent in Estes Park the summer we moved to Colorado. I remember two things: we stayed in a hotel with a pool and we walked to get ice cream cones every single day. It was amazing!
This was when I was in a “growing out my bangs” phase, Joe had a summer buzz, Eli had a bowl cut, and Dad was just being an early-90’s version of himself.