I will say that that the Cherry Creek State Park rocks as a
campground. All the benefits of rural
living – the quiet, the trees, the lake, the view of the snow capped mountains
in the distance, the wildlife all tucked in nice and cozy right in the middle
of a major metropolitan area where shopping and restaurants are plentiful. The park has super clean restrooms, sparkling
clean showers, laundry facilities and even vending machines in the event one
should have an ice cream craving or run out of snacks or the nectar of life. You need to have a park pass to camp here
($9.00 per day or $70.00 for the annual pass) and then camping fees are $22.00
for full hookups. What a deal! No wonder you need to make reservations
months in advance if you want to stay here.
It seemed to rain every one of the 14 days we were here (even
if no rain was in the forecast). I am beginning
to feel like that cartoon character with the rain cloud above his head. Now, in all fairness, it wasn’t always a steady
rain, sometimes the day would start out with blue sky and sunshine, but by the
afternoon or evening, a little shower just felt compelled to fall on us. The weather in the Denver area can change
every 30 minutes – I kid you not. We had
one day with blue sky, sunshine, dark clouds, rain, thunder lightening, blue
sky, sunshine, HAIL, more blue sky, sunshine, black clouds….well, you get the
drift.
Everyday a herd of deer (yes, I said deer) would mosey by
and check us out. At first Winston
growled at them, then he just watched fascinated and by the time we left he couldn’t
even be bothered to open his eyes from his nap to look at them. Squirrels were everywhere. Birds in Colorado are super aggressive. I have
a plastic bin I keep my outdoor BBQ supplies in. I had several plastic bottles of spices in
the box and we left the box out, tucked slightly under the motorhome. Well, the birds pecked through the plastic
lid, ripped open the Ziploc bag the spices were in and proceeded to peck off
the lid of at least one jar to get at the spices inside. I view this as a valuable lesson – I knew not
to leave food outside, but it never occurred to me that advice applied toward
spices. Good to know this now as we head
north toward Grand Tetons and Yellowstone.
We wouldn’t want the bears to get any ideas with a savory morsel such as
Winston sitting in the window.
The family is doing great.
Our granddaughter, MacKenzie, is promoting to high school on May 29th. Kaylin, our youngest granddaughter is as cute
as she can be – still the princess in the family. Luke, our grandson, has found his stride and
walking like a pro. Stephanie, super
warrior mother of three, just landed herself a new teaching job for the next
school year. Our son-in-law is running
around from the crack of dawn until the wee morning hours holding down his
fulltime job, volunteering at the church, building a playground for the school,
various side jobs photographing stuff, and being a super dad; Mark and I wonder
if he ever sleeps. We doubt it.
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