July 17, 2007

Western Hills RV Park
Rawlins, Wyoming

On the Way South to Colorado

As we were headed out this morning, we looked over our shoulders to the Tetons. Not-so-Grand this morning as clouds, haze and mist spoiled the view. We weren’t missing anything by movin’ on down the road. We have memories of spectacular view from 4 years ago, so we’ll just have to look at those pictures when we return home.

Heading east on Hwy 26, we approached Dubois ("dew-boys"), one of my favorite towns on the road. The lush green valleys on the east beckoned, and as we left, striated rock formations in red, pink and tan layers provided a rolling backdrop, saying good-bye. This country is as pretty as any we’ve seen.

While in Dubois, we stopped for breakfast at the Cowboy Café. The best since we’ve been on the road. Omelets were done to perfection and hash browns were the way we like’em. Real rye toast and cowboy coffee. (I ordered my ‘Cowgirl Omelet’ quietly lest any of the cowboys in the joint might snicker.) And this town did have real cowboys---real hats, levis and ridin’ in pick ‘em up trucks. And rodeos every Friday night during the summer. This is a place that beckons a longer stay---and someday we’ll do it. Might even play their nine-holer in the hills. This is another place where a property investment would appreciate, I believe. Don’t wait. Just don’t live here in the winter.

We lost about an hour en route to Rawlins due to road repair delays. Plenty of sagebrush along the way after we left Dubois. Little real civilization in between.

Since we have gained a few days on our loose schedule, it meant rearranging camp reservations for our first week in Colorado. Done! This will allow a few extra days in southern Colorado down the road, and will also facilitate a round of golf with Janice's high school friend, Kim Rowley, a single digit handicapper who will beat me like a drum. I've just got to find a driving range! (Kim had a crush on me as a 5th grader when we both attended Parkmead Elementary School in Walnut Creek. Apparently I, a 6th grader, snubbed her---but that's another story.)