Since I was a little kid, my mom would take Easter hunts to the next level. She started with little hunts in the house, hiding our Easter baskets and then drawing out clues for us to go find, leading us to our baskets. One year, everything changed. We had moved up to our mountain house near Masonville, Colorado, and my mom now had almost an acre of land to work with. That’s when the hunts went from good to great. My mom started incorporating three-legged blind races, physical