Well, not all places as I often discovered.Well, not all places as I often discovered. Which brings me to the present situation. I had traveled from New York to where I was presently parked. I had purchased a small motorhome type vehicle and I was towing a small Japanese truck behind it. When I arrived at a destination point, I parked the mobile home, disconnected the truck and called it home. I had everything handy that my New York apartment offered, but this motorhome could move from city to city and state to state. My New York apartment was right where I had left it and this was not to my liking. So, here I was parked in a small RV park in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies. My intentions were simply to explore. Nothing more than that. I wanted to see what was around the next corner and over that next hill. After getting all set up and the sewer and water hoses connected, I went in to town and had a good stiff double martini and ordered a filet mignon and baked potato and then went whole hog and ordered a Caesar salad. The steak was terrific, but the place was empty and the waiter, obviously bored, was leaning against the bar and when I finished I waved him over wanting to talk. He came up and said, "Everything all right, sir? Do you want the check or would you like some dessert?" I wanted conversation, no dessert and I would, of course, take the check. I signed, using my Visa Card, and gave him a tip and said, "I'm going exploring with my 4-by in the morning and I was wondering if you were a native of this area and familiar with the terrain?" He assured me he was all of the above and proceeded to draw me a map of a terrific road which would lead me to all sorts of high adventure. After breakfast in the RV campgrounds so called "restaurant", I headed out to follow the route outlined by my friend the waiter. It was beautiful and worthwhile driving through. The month was August and it was sort of dry, but still there was a lot of foliage at this high altitude. I would guess I was at about 10 or 11 thousand feet when I began having doubts. The road was alive with animals in the shape of deer, bear and and what I took to be wolf. A coyote or two loped across in front of me and, on occasion, the sky seemed filled with eagles and hawks of one sort or another. Suddenly, however, I became aware I was no longer on the main drag . |