DID I MENTION I WENT TO COLORADO?

Sep 15, 2014 by

DID I MENTION I WENT TO COLORADO?

Yesterday, we had our first “cool spell” (And real briefly, may I just congratulate all of you Texans who have survived another Texas summer!)  It was a welcome relief and really was a “snap”.  It got down to 59 degrees here and that’s quite a change from the high nineties coupled with that horrible humidity.  But anyway, it reminded me of our quick little trip over Labor Day weekend to see our friends in Colorado Springs.  Since we took Mitch, the dog, this trip had to be a little more planned and coordinated.  Dennis leased a huge Suburban which I thought we’d never fill—-wrong.  By the time we put two sets of golf clubs, clothes, dog stuff, and picnic food we had the whole back end filled.   Because he had business in El Paso, we broke the trip up and stayed there 2 nights.  Then, it was on to the high country.  We decided to get off the interstate and missed our usual stop in Santa Fe but we saw some beautiful country.  There’s always road work in New Mexico and I’m convinced half the state’s revenue is from Texans speeding through on their way to Colorado.  Anyway, we got to Brad and Carol’s about 4pm, unloaded the car and decided to walk (about a block) to Rock Ledge Ranch.  It’s a working ranch—great walking trails and dog park—a great place to get the kinks out.  Carol had a home cooked meal ready and our dogs quickly decided what the pecking order would be.  Mitch did not come out on top but it was a good lesson for an “only child”.  The next day, Carol had scheduled a Segway tour through the Garden Of The Gods.  We check into the

It's all fun and games....now

It’s all fun and games….now

visitors center, get our little orientation and one by one the instructors a.k.a. guides talk us through mounting, maintaining balance, and scooting off—all in the small parking lot area.  I don’t know if you’ve heard the term swisher in ski (snow) school.  It refers to the last one, the worst one, the unteachable one.  I was the swisher in the Segway class.  I remember the cute guide saying “you need to breath”.  Anyway, we take off for the tour—which threaded through all the Labor Day tourist traffic.  Evidently, we impeded some of the flow and at one point, a man yelled and called our attention to holding up lots of cars.  Unfortunately, he had Texas license plates and ignited a few acid sneers from some of the fellow Segway caravan.  But no matter, it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.  But wait, the day’s not over.  Carol has us booked to ride the cog train up to Pikes Peak in the afternoon.  We make a quick stop back at the house, grab lunch and let the dogs out.  We jump back in the car and head out for Manitou Springs which is a interesting little village at the foot of the mountain.  We board the train and slowly creep up the track.  The vistas are beautiful and we even get a rare look at mountain sheep.  At the top, we are so thankful we remembered to bring layers of

A rare peek at the Rocky Mountain Big Horn Sheep

A rare peek at the Rocky Mountain Big Horn Sheep

clothing as the temperature was freezing.  We have the perfunctory doughnuts, take in the view, have sensory overload. I kinda feel like I have lead in my feet and take it very easy as I have had altitude sickness and do NOT have fond memories of the experience.  We hear the train whistle and scurry back to our reserved seats and watch the hikers try to banter their way on.  Some are successful, some are left as if the spaceship is pulling away and they are still stuck on the forbidden planet.  As we descend, we see more wildlife and hear our “conductor” do her schtick such as if all four sets of brakes fail to stop the train, don’t worry-there are two springs at the end of the

I had excellent advice on the golf course!

I had excellent advice on the golf course!

track.  Colorado and Manitou.  She has a captive audience and I think “here all week, try the lamb”.  We pick up pizza and eat outside under the stars.  The next day, we meet Kelly and Wendell at The Broadmoor for a drink and play 18 holes on one of the most beautiful courses I’ve ever seen.  If you haven’t been, go.  Stop what you’re doing and go.  Afterwards, it’s dinner at The Blue Star—a yummy and very Austin-E place.  It’s back to the house, organize the luggage, get to bed and wake up at the crack of dawn, say goodby to our sleepy hosts and as Willie says “On The Road Again“.  Our plan is to get as far as we can and pull over for the night at a motel.  Right.  We drove all the way.  Now, I’m not sure I’d recommend this.  I felt far more worse the next day than I did when we got back from Switzerland.  But…we were home and we didn’t have to schlep bags in and out of the car, look for a motel that takes dogs, and try to find decent road food.  Yes, we were back and I think it’ll be a little while before we take another trip.  For now, we’re just going to enjoy this little reprieve from the heat.  Oh, it’ll get hot again but what a sense of hope this has given us.  It truly takes so little………

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