Showing posts with label Colorado. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colorado. Show all posts
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Trains, Planes and Automobiles - Vacation 2011
I did not intend for our vacation to be an attempt to use every available mode of transportation, it just worked out that way. We left Lynchburg on Friday, July 29 on a U.S. Air (like we have a choice of airlines in Lynchburg) to Denver via a layover in Charlotte. Both flights were late and we arrived in Denver in the wee hours of the morning on Saturday. We had reserved a compact car from Hertz. As I mentioned in an earlier post the gentleman at the counter suggested a larger vehicle if we planned any "mountain driving" (is there any other kind in Colorado?) so we upgraded to a Dodge Charger. The Charger turned out to be an excellent idea and I miss the car already. My '05 Maxima may find its way to the used car lot at our local Dodge dealership. On Saturday we drove to Colorado Springs, toured Pike's Peak, ran into Chaka Smart at our Marriott and ate at a micro-brewery. A great day, all in all.
On Sunday we drove to Cimarron, New Mexico where we dined at the Saint James Hotel. Previous guests at the Saint James included Jesse James and Wyatt Earp. Cool. The search for the perfect burrito actually started and ended at the Saint James. The "Smothered Burrito, Christmas Style" was hands down the best New Mexican food of the trip. After dinner we decided to walk off the burrito and ambled out of the hotel and started our own self-guided tour of downtown Cimarron. As we started our walk, a large lumbering animal crossed our path about half a block away (downtown Cimarron is only about four blocks long). "Was that a bear?" I asked. To which my wife replied "Let's go back inside!"
On Monday morning a fellow named Gene, who is a school superintendent somewhere near St. Louis when he's not a Boy Scout, drove us to our son Brian's camp at Philmont Scout Ranch. This is Brian's fifth summer working at Philmont. It is Gene's twenty-seventh! The only wildlife we encountered on this sojourn into the wilderness was a few chimpmunks (or "mini-bears" as they are referred to at Philmont) and some bedraggled Scouts who were in their sixth or seventh day of their trek. Brian entertained us as he instructed these fourteen and fifteen year olds in black powder rifle shooting.
Gene then took us back down the mountain with Brian who was off for a few days. We then drove to Antonito, Colorado. Driving through the Cimarron Pass we actually had a mountain lion sprint across the road in front of us! He was too fast for a photo. The only sites in Antonito are the Narrow Guage Railroad Hotel where we stayed (which made the Saint James look like The Greenbrier), the curiously named Windmill Restaurant where we had fairly decent Mexican food and the starting point for the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad. On Tuesday the three of us took the train all 54 miles to Chama, New Mexico, seeing spectacular scenery and taking lots of photos.
We rode a bus back to Antonito and then drove to Mosca, Colorado (via Alamosa, CO) and checked into The Great Sand Dunes Lodge, which was lots better than the Narrow Guage Railroad Hotel. We woke up to loud bird noises and found that we had a hummingbird feeder on the patio of our room:
We then went to The Great Sand Dunes National Park (the newest National Park, established in 2007) and had a great talk from one of the Rangers who discussed the delicate ecosystem which produced and maintains the: sand dunes. We then hiked up to Zapata Falls and more photo opportunities:
We took Brian back to Philmont and then Ellen and I spent two relaxing evenings in Taos, New Mexico, staying at a lovely bed and breakfast called The Inn on the Rio. It is run by a very nice couple who are wonderful. We stayed here two years ago also and this time it felt like we were visiting old friends.
On Friday we needed to return to Denver to catch our return flight (which left at 12:50 AM on Saturday morning). We decided against traveling via Interstate 25 and drove small roads through the San Luis valley. We made several stops, including a great lunch stop at Mother's Bistro in Buena Vista, Colorado and an hour or so stop in Breckenridge. We arrived in Denver in time to visit with Ellen's cousin Janet and her husband Wes who treated us to a delightful meal and a tour of their home in Denver. We then returned the Charger to Hertz (with the gas tank empty warning light on for the last ten or twelve miles) and flew home.
We arrived exhausted, but it was truly a remarkable trip. We were amazed to see Brian in his "natural habitat", found the nearly perfect burrito in Cimarron, were very fortunate to see some wildlife and amazing scenery and enjoyed catching up with Janet and Wes.
But, alas, tomorrow is Monday and it's back to work!
On Sunday we drove to Cimarron, New Mexico where we dined at the Saint James Hotel. Previous guests at the Saint James included Jesse James and Wyatt Earp. Cool. The search for the perfect burrito actually started and ended at the Saint James. The "Smothered Burrito, Christmas Style" was hands down the best New Mexican food of the trip. After dinner we decided to walk off the burrito and ambled out of the hotel and started our own self-guided tour of downtown Cimarron. As we started our walk, a large lumbering animal crossed our path about half a block away (downtown Cimarron is only about four blocks long). "Was that a bear?" I asked. To which my wife replied "Let's go back inside!"
On Monday morning a fellow named Gene, who is a school superintendent somewhere near St. Louis when he's not a Boy Scout, drove us to our son Brian's camp at Philmont Scout Ranch. This is Brian's fifth summer working at Philmont. It is Gene's twenty-seventh! The only wildlife we encountered on this sojourn into the wilderness was a few chimpmunks (or "mini-bears" as they are referred to at Philmont) and some bedraggled Scouts who were in their sixth or seventh day of their trek. Brian entertained us as he instructed these fourteen and fifteen year olds in black powder rifle shooting.
Gene then took us back down the mountain with Brian who was off for a few days. We then drove to Antonito, Colorado. Driving through the Cimarron Pass we actually had a mountain lion sprint across the road in front of us! He was too fast for a photo. The only sites in Antonito are the Narrow Guage Railroad Hotel where we stayed (which made the Saint James look like The Greenbrier), the curiously named Windmill Restaurant where we had fairly decent Mexican food and the starting point for the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad. On Tuesday the three of us took the train all 54 miles to Chama, New Mexico, seeing spectacular scenery and taking lots of photos.
We rode a bus back to Antonito and then drove to Mosca, Colorado (via Alamosa, CO) and checked into The Great Sand Dunes Lodge, which was lots better than the Narrow Guage Railroad Hotel. We woke up to loud bird noises and found that we had a hummingbird feeder on the patio of our room:
On Friday we needed to return to Denver to catch our return flight (which left at 12:50 AM on Saturday morning). We decided against traveling via Interstate 25 and drove small roads through the San Luis valley. We made several stops, including a great lunch stop at Mother's Bistro in Buena Vista, Colorado and an hour or so stop in Breckenridge. We arrived in Denver in time to visit with Ellen's cousin Janet and her husband Wes who treated us to a delightful meal and a tour of their home in Denver. We then returned the Charger to Hertz (with the gas tank empty warning light on for the last ten or twelve miles) and flew home.
We arrived exhausted, but it was truly a remarkable trip. We were amazed to see Brian in his "natural habitat", found the nearly perfect burrito in Cimarron, were very fortunate to see some wildlife and amazing scenery and enjoyed catching up with Janet and Wes.
But, alas, tomorrow is Monday and it's back to work!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
"Add that to the ways you've tried to kill me."
We left Denver this morning in our rented Dodge Charger. (Special thanks to Sergio from Peru at the Hertz counter who suggested the upgrade.) We found our way to Manitou Springs where we picked up some Pad Thai to go and headed for Pike's Peak.
Pike's Peak is the easternmost "fourteener", or mountain higher than 14,000 feet. It is named after Zebulon Pike who found the mountain in 1806 but never made it to the summit. Gold was discovered in the area and prompted the "Colorado Gold Rush" in the 1850s. The slogan of the "59ers" was "Pike's Peak or Bust", which became our motto today as well.
We found ourselves following a large trailer being towed by a Silverado. There was a large image of Jesus on the back of the trailer which advised "Follow me", which we did for several very tediously slow miles.
The rangers finally convinced the driver that there was no way, Jesus or no Jesus, that the Silverado could tow that mammoth trailer up Pike's Peak. Gratefully the truck's driver executed an amazing U-turn, almost taking the front end of the Charger with him.
We wound our way, switch back after switch back, until we found the Half-way Park where we claimed a picnic table and devoured what turned out to be excellent Pad Thai.
We continued our trip up the Peak. We realized that with every foot of increased elevation, there was less and less oxygen to be breathed. We did however, as evidenced by this photo, reach the summit of Pike's Peak!
We spent a few minutes in the gift shop, purchased some post cards and then departed. It was fairly incredible to view the above scene. I don't believe that either of us had ever watched a thunderstorm from above the storm. We then proceeded to drive back down the circuitous route and through the aforementioned thunderstorm which came with a side order of hail. It was about at this very time that Ellen uttered the inspired quote which entitles this missive.
The rest of the day has been delightful. We arrived at our Marriott hotel in Colorado Springs and saw a bunch of people with polo shirts that said "USA Basketball". Two of them I recognized: Tony Bennet, the coach at UVa and Chaka Smart, the VCU wunderkind who somehow took the Rams to the Final Four (eliminating my beloved Hoyas in the process). I couldn't think of anything to say except "Georgetown is having a great recruiting year and next time we'll kick your ass" so I decided not to say anything at all. We asked the young lady at the check in desk for a recommendation for dinner and she told us about The Trinity Brewing Company. This seemed to be divinely inspired, what with following Jesus earlier in the day, so we went. The Trinity Brewing Company grows their own organic vegetables and brews their own beers which, according to their brochure, are inspired by Belgian breweries. This was a very wise dining choice.
We drove back to the hotel with a short detour through The Garden of the Gods, which is as awe-inspiring as it sounds.
Tomorrow, it's time to move on down the Santa Fe Trail, through Pueblo, Colorado and ending in Cimmaron, New Mexico. I will end this with a short video from Pike's Peak Summit:
Pike's Peak is the easternmost "fourteener", or mountain higher than 14,000 feet. It is named after Zebulon Pike who found the mountain in 1806 but never made it to the summit. Gold was discovered in the area and prompted the "Colorado Gold Rush" in the 1850s. The slogan of the "59ers" was "Pike's Peak or Bust", which became our motto today as well.
We found ourselves following a large trailer being towed by a Silverado. There was a large image of Jesus on the back of the trailer which advised "Follow me", which we did for several very tediously slow miles.The rangers finally convinced the driver that there was no way, Jesus or no Jesus, that the Silverado could tow that mammoth trailer up Pike's Peak. Gratefully the truck's driver executed an amazing U-turn, almost taking the front end of the Charger with him.
We wound our way, switch back after switch back, until we found the Half-way Park where we claimed a picnic table and devoured what turned out to be excellent Pad Thai.
We continued our trip up the Peak. We realized that with every foot of increased elevation, there was less and less oxygen to be breathed. We did however, as evidenced by this photo, reach the summit of Pike's Peak!
The plaque in the previous picture includes the lyrics to "America the Beautiful" which were apparently inspired by the very same view we were enjoying. The only problem was that the view was literally breath-taking. Both Ellen and I noted that even posing for pictures made us winded.
We spent a few minutes in the gift shop, purchased some post cards and then departed. It was fairly incredible to view the above scene. I don't believe that either of us had ever watched a thunderstorm from above the storm. We then proceeded to drive back down the circuitous route and through the aforementioned thunderstorm which came with a side order of hail. It was about at this very time that Ellen uttered the inspired quote which entitles this missive.
The rest of the day has been delightful. We arrived at our Marriott hotel in Colorado Springs and saw a bunch of people with polo shirts that said "USA Basketball". Two of them I recognized: Tony Bennet, the coach at UVa and Chaka Smart, the VCU wunderkind who somehow took the Rams to the Final Four (eliminating my beloved Hoyas in the process). I couldn't think of anything to say except "Georgetown is having a great recruiting year and next time we'll kick your ass" so I decided not to say anything at all. We asked the young lady at the check in desk for a recommendation for dinner and she told us about The Trinity Brewing Company. This seemed to be divinely inspired, what with following Jesus earlier in the day, so we went. The Trinity Brewing Company grows their own organic vegetables and brews their own beers which, according to their brochure, are inspired by Belgian breweries. This was a very wise dining choice.
We drove back to the hotel with a short detour through The Garden of the Gods, which is as awe-inspiring as it sounds.
Tomorrow, it's time to move on down the Santa Fe Trail, through Pueblo, Colorado and ending in Cimmaron, New Mexico. I will end this with a short video from Pike's Peak Summit:
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