The heat settled in, the dogs sprawled in the shade, the pool felt like bath water and both the boss and I started thinking we needed a little "getaway". "Bozeman!", I said. "Great," she said, "let's do it!" Off we went to the airport and found out we couldn't get there from here- sold out. How about Billings? Sold out. Humm. Let's go to Phoenix! No problem there, I thought, who in the world wants to go to The Valley of the Sun in July? Wait a minute, said the Boss, how about Denver? We can hit the mountains! Let's go! Checked the bags. Held up in security and missed the flight!!! Arghhh! The next three flights were full, but our bags made it to Denver without us. Finally, about 4pm, we joined them and we were on the way to the mountains!
We found a great trout stream. I could see the fish!
Rocky Mountain National Park. I never even knew there was one.
Look at this big boy feeding right along the side of the road.
This baby, bull Moose is growing by leaps and bounds.
Winter Park and a Wine Festival- a serendipitous coincidence!
Here's a young bull Moose grazing by the road.
We ended up driving north from Steamboat Springs to Laramie, WY. We intercepted the old Overland Trail and followed it to Ft. Collins. The next day, we headed back to the farm.
A three day siesta that really refreshed in a part of the country I'd never seen. Beautiful country, beautiful animals, streams and fishing. It doesn't take two weeks to recharge! Grab the spousal unit and go!
