We are home from our trip to Colorado for an interment service for my mother-in-law. We took the headstone out there my husband had made for her out of a limestone rock from Kansas. It turned out beautifully, and I know she’s happy to have her final resting place be in Colorado.
Though the purpose of the trip was poignant, we did have a good time. There were three car loads of us, and we took time to stop and visit many sites. My granddaughter’s pacifier ended up tumbling off Pueblo Canyon on top of Mesa Verde, and my step-grandson bought a hat in Telluride that makes him look quite spiffy. I ended up sitting with ice on my leg to ease the swelling from the sun burn I received at the four-corners, and almost lost my stomach looking over the edge of Dead Horse Canyon in Utah. Our group split after seeing the Hole in the Rock in Utah. The other car loads headed back east to Iowa, and we continued north to Wyoming and then came home through South Dakota. All in all, we hit ten states and drove over three thousand miles. Our favorite location was Rico, Colorado. The best meal was in Moab, Utah, and the most comfortable motel bed was in Deadwood, South Dakota.
We saw a lot of country and I gathered a lot of information for research, (like the 1st bank Butch Cassidy robbed in 1889 where he stole approximately $21,000) but must admit, it’s good to be home.