Anyone who knows Myla – even maybe in passing – knows that she is a lover of ducks. I’m not sure how she became such a collector, but she has ducks of every kind and sometimes they like to come with us as we travel. So when my sister told me that there is a rubber duck race in Breckenridge, it was a no brainer – Myla had to see it. The treck up the mountain took a little longer than expected due to traffic (holiday weekend, who knew?) but once we got there, she was in duck heaven.
We met my parents and watched a smaller race first. They threw out some ducks of which Myla got three new ones – they came to dinner with us – and then we moved a little up river. When the big race (like 5,000 ducks) got to where we were, she could not believe how many ducks there were. “A waterfall of ducks!” “So many ducks, I don’t know how they will catch them all!” “There were five ducks mommy!” She even got in on the action to throw some of them back into the main stream after they got stuck. She played in the water and with ducks and was soaked and happy.
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