Gotta say it: Rocky Mountain High! and... horses horses horses horses

We began the day in Jenny’s basement, all rested and full of hospitality. No goodbyes were said since Jen was already at work and Eliza was sleeping. Gas station/McDonald’s breakfast and a beautiful mountainous drive later, and we arrived at Rocky Mountain National Park. It was notably windy when we got out of the car at the visitor’s station. And wind would be the theme of our entire visit, not that it ruined anything at all.

Our drive over the Rocky Mountains was a stunner. Frequent stops were made to marvel at the snow caps and verdant mountainsides. And at each stop, Alex took video while I snapped pictures. Once George even got out of the car! The wind was so furious that it was hard to walk into it. The car doors slammed as soon as we let go of them. Mother Nature knows who’s boss. I’m not sure how to adequately describe the beauty of this park. Stunning windy (wine-dy and wind-dy) drives through the mountain tops, rip roaring gusts, and blue blue sky accompanied us on the trip. Oh, and there’s nothing like The Basement Tapes (Dylan) to see you through.

Post Rockies, we three had lunch at a spot in Granby, CO. Several patrons were sneaking glances at our table, perhaps not used to seeing blue-haired, nose-pierced city dwellers in their local diner. Also, we were shooting straw wrappers at each other while waiting for our food, so that may have had something to do with it. The table next to us had four folks at it who passed a flask around as they chatted about the best way to sharpen knives. 

Driving happened after that, with more music and a fair amount of goofiness between the boys. Dang, Colorado is gorgeous. Sincerely. I enjoyed every minute of our travels to Monte Vista, our home for the evening.

We are at the Rio Grande Motel. If you ever find yourself in Monte Vista, visit this place and stay in room three. Why? Horses. Just horses. So many horses. Horses, horses, horses, horses (you hear me Patti Smith?)