Left Trinidad, Colorado, very early on Monday morning. It was a beautiful day and we drove through southern Colorado with a wonderful view of the mountains on our left as we headed north toward Denver. We saw a coyote run across the road in front of us and we saw some antelope grazing in a meadow with the spectacular, snow covered peaks as a background.
When we reached Denver in the afternoon the traffic was intense and we blasted through town, past the Rockies massive stadium and on toward the north.
We drove through Estes Park and into Rocky Mountain National Park. Very impressive and very steep with people driving like maniacs along the sides of sheer drops. I experienced some symptoms of altitude sickness as the elevation was about 11,000 feet.
We stopped to rent a cottage and the price was a bit steep like the mountain behind it so we cruised through places like Boulder, where folks with dough walk the stores. I didn't see anyone famous but I was never a groupie anyway.
After being lost and assisted by a very nice man on a bicycle we drove to Cheyenne, Wyoming and ate like pigs at Outback. Nice folks there and we enjoyed our stay at the La Quinta Inn. The place was eaten up with Corvettes. There must have been a convention. I met some military guys who were stationed at the local Air Force Base and enjoyed swapping a few stories. May
God keep them safe. The local base is a missile defense operation and has missiles displayed
prominently at the gate, very striking decor.
As we were leaving town on Tuesday morning I saw a display honoring Curt Gowdy, the terrific sportscaster. Any sports fan could recall some memory of a game called by his voice. He was
quite proud of his origin in Wyoming.
Well, it's late and I'm tired and sleepy. Adios from the northwest.
CE Wills
When we reached Denver in the afternoon the traffic was intense and we blasted through town, past the Rockies massive stadium and on toward the north.
We drove through Estes Park and into Rocky Mountain National Park. Very impressive and very steep with people driving like maniacs along the sides of sheer drops. I experienced some symptoms of altitude sickness as the elevation was about 11,000 feet.
We stopped to rent a cottage and the price was a bit steep like the mountain behind it so we cruised through places like Boulder, where folks with dough walk the stores. I didn't see anyone famous but I was never a groupie anyway.
After being lost and assisted by a very nice man on a bicycle we drove to Cheyenne, Wyoming and ate like pigs at Outback. Nice folks there and we enjoyed our stay at the La Quinta Inn. The place was eaten up with Corvettes. There must have been a convention. I met some military guys who were stationed at the local Air Force Base and enjoyed swapping a few stories. May
God keep them safe. The local base is a missile defense operation and has missiles displayed
prominently at the gate, very striking decor.
As we were leaving town on Tuesday morning I saw a display honoring Curt Gowdy, the terrific sportscaster. Any sports fan could recall some memory of a game called by his voice. He was
quite proud of his origin in Wyoming.
Well, it's late and I'm tired and sleepy. Adios from the northwest.
CE Wills
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