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.
Judy
Judy
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