Saturday 8 August 2009

Don't be shy with the wet wipes


August 7

Last night we ate at the Sagebrush BBQ and Grill, where the floor was covered in peanut shells, you could eat smoked elk bratwurst with Cheddar and jalapenos, and the waitresses wore teeshirts with ‘Don’t be shy with the wet wipes’ printed on the back. Our hotel had been taken over by German bikers (pussycats in leather really) and we got back to find them clinging onto each other, swaying from side to side, singing ‘Memories are made of this’ in German.

The long and winding road
Today we drove from Grand Lake to Centennnial. We took the back roads, going through and stopping off at the few one-horse towns en route. Mostly it was just huge, open, empty roads under an enormous blue sky. And stunning views, from the pine trees of the Arapaho National Forest to the peaks of the Northern Mountains, then through the Neota Wilderness and on to the Plains of Northern Colorado and Southern Wyoming. Steve said it was one of the most beautiful journeys he has ever done.
Centennial (population 100) is just a stopover for us, chosen because the Old Corral Hotel where we are staying claims to be the home of the 32 ounce steak but they didn’t want to cook after 8.00 pm so we took our custom to the other place.
This afternoon we visited the Museum, set in the old train depot where the highlight for us was an exhibition on the history of barbed wire.

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