There is a place here called ‘The Garden of the Gods’. The wonderful rock formations everywhere, do invite you to play…but considering the name of this place…Rick better be careful playing with toys that don’t belong to him!
We went to a chuckwagon dinner tonight at the Flying ‘W’ Ranch. Under the pink sunset of a Colorado sky, we ate cowboy fare…beef and beans and biscuits. (With a few luxuries throw in for the ‘city folks’.)
Before we picked up our battered tin plates to be loaded up…a cowboy clued us in on an extremely important fact. He said “Folks, the last thing we are gonna slap on your plate is a hunk of applesauce. I don’t care if you care for it or not…DO NOT turn down the applesauce. It’s there for a good reason…that’s where you hang on to that very hot tin plate!” A word to the wise…tenderfoot!
When we were done eating and just as the stars were starting to appear… strum’n, fiddle’n, sing’n cowboys entertained us! And were they ever good!
