After 7 days and over 120 miles, who looks the worse for wear? My son's trip over the Colorado Trail is killing me!
We met him Sunday morning in Copper Mountain and drove to nearby Frisco so he could have a good night's sleep on a real mattress and re-supply food and whatever else necessary for this long 500 mile journey in the Rocky Mountains. He was exhausted and dehydrated, but gratified. After a well deserved breakfast of eggs, sausage, challah french toast and cups and cups of hot coffee on the Bread and Salt patio, we found a darling bed and breakfast hotel dating from 1885 and moved into a small but cozy old fashioned room, decorated in flowered and striped wallpaper, antique furniture and old quilts. He told us stories of thunderstorms, wind and lightning. Mosquitoes, deer, elk and big horn sheep. He slept the afternoon away, regaining strength for the next three-quarters of his expedition. Monday morning after another hearty breakfast, we bid him God-speed until we meet him in another 8 or 9 days.
I'm a mother...I cried again as he walked up the trail and out of sight. I'll keep you posted.