Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Day 51 - Steamboat Springs Ride and Drive

Monday, July 11, 2016

Insomnia kept me awake for most the night.  At 2 a.m. I looked out the open window of our bedroom.  I enjoyed a cool breeze filled with the fragrance of pine.  The night sky was not hindered by city lights allowing one to see the lights of millions of stars.

George awoke before me and got up and got dressed.

"Don't start to pack yet," I tell him.

He sits on the edge of the bed with his ipad.

"Go out into the other room, please," I said.  (We had the whole lower level of Mike and Debbie's home to use.)  George grumbled back at me like he used to do when he thought I was being too bossy.

"Do you need me to log you in first?"  I asked.

"No," he said and went to sit in the living room.

In about 5 minutes he came back in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You need me to log you in?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"Are you sure?" I ask.  He hands me his ipad.

"Log me in," he says.

I log him into the internet and then he sits down on the bed again.  I send him again into the living room.

Again he only lasts what seems like 5 minutes and so I am grumpy.  I get out of bed and get ready for the day.

After some coffee I feel much better.  Debbie is busy making scrambled eggs with cheese for breakfast and Mike is setting the table and making toast.

Mike engaged George in conversation about George's days in the navy.  I sometimes stepped in to elaborate or translate George's few words.  Mike and Debbie were very kind.

She and Mike took in many English as a Second Language students before they moved to this home.  They have friends all over the world.  Most of them from Asia.   The told us about a super trip they took to visit some of their former house-mates in Taiwan, Vietnam and elsewhere.


We had breakfast on the deck while three humming birds competed over our heads.



After breakfast, we said our goodbyes,  Debbie said to me, "I think what you are doing, traveling with George, is wonderful.  I really admire what you are doing."

I thanked her.  I know this is what we must do.  And it gives me time to enjoy the parts of George that are coming out as the left side of his brain fades.

For example the day before we were driving a long distance through the Wyoming desert and I broke out into song.  "Home Home on the Range... where the deer and the antelope play..."  And George laughed and joined in singing with me!

OH MY!  40 years we have been together.  40 years of him not liking me singing.  I think the only time he sang with me was in church or the Happy Birthday song, and maybe the national anthem at an event.

I was thrilled.

We drove to Steamboat Springs which is a ski town only about 27 miles from where we had stayed with Mike and Debbie.

When we got out of the car I smelled sulfur.  Then I saw we had parked next to a spring.  Steamboat Springs has several hot springs.  The plaque by this spring said it was 72 degrees.  It was bubbling so I thought it was boiling hot.  It was Sulfur gas.  The animals used to come to the spring to drink.
One of my front tires was flat.  So after inspection George changed the tire and tube.  We will have to find a bike shop that handles trikes in Boulder/Denver area to replace our spares.

The bike trail in Steamboat runs along the river through town.  It is only about 6 miles long.  But we needed to bike. 

We passed a skateboard park and I started noticing that most everyone was slim and fit.  Even the children.  I think the whole time in the city I only saw a few overweight people.



It didn't smell like rotten eggs everywhere.  So when I started smelling it again after we left the car I looked around.  There was a spring emptying into the river.


Our host, Mike, had told us that there is a bumper sticker in Steamboat that says, "I came for the skiing, I stayed for the library."



 These things on the hillside in town looked like they might be toboggan runs.  I thought they could be used in the summer without snow as slides.  But no one was using them.




Ski slopes above Steamboat Springs.


We stopped in the forestry office to get information on hikes in the area and a map to Grand Lake.  My ipad did not have service and I didn't like the way the car navigator was taking us.

The woman at the desk said there was no other way than Hwy 40.


We biked the trail toward the center of town and found Freshies.  That sounded like a place that would have something for us.  They did.  George got a veggie burger.  I got a kale, brusselsprout salad.  It was HUGE!  I got two boxes to take with us.

Above us in the trees was a scavenger waiting for a spilled burger or fry.


Lunch was not cheap.  $30 with tip.

The trail passes the rodeo grounds.  The sign announces that according to Colorado law, horse owners are not responsible for injury or damage caused by their horses. 

That makes sense for horses because they aren't everywhere and they are big and unpredictable.


Back at the car, we unloaded so we could load the bikes.


We stopped at the chamber to double check our route since my ipad didn't work and I don't like depending on the car Navagator.  I haven't figured out how to see a wider area of the map to see how it is going to take us.

There were a couple of stage coaches on site and information about the stagecoach route through the area. 


We took Route 40 toward Granby, Colorado.



I pulled off a couple times to get pictures of the beautiful scenery.







It was about 190 miles to our cabin in Grand Lake.  We stopped at a dam and used the "breezy" toilets.

Once we turned a corner and the landscape changed dramatically.   Part of the Colorado River had cut through these hills.




I got a text from my brother, Larry.  He was in Granby.  "What next," he asked.

It turned out I didn't have a full address for where we were staying and the car navigator could not find it. 

We met Larry in Granby and headed for Grand Lake.  I felt incompetent.  Neither of us had internet access through our devices.  I had no phone number for where we were staying.  I had looked up the place before we left Florida.  So I thought I knew where it was and how to get there. 



In Larry's notes he had "Soda Springs" on his notes.  I didn't know what that was.  We ended up driving into Grand Lakes and asking at a Real Estate office that fortunately was still open at 5 p.m.



He said the only "Tennis" address he knew of was in Soda Springs.  Which was back down 40 about 4 miles.

Once we got to the Soda Springs neighborhood we had to drive around and around looking for Tennis 32.


I was so relieved to find it!


We unpacked and then Larry drove us back downtown Grand Lake for dinner.  We found a Mexican restaurant.  The bill came to $50 for the three of us with tip.  Ouch!

After dinner we strolled up and down the main drag.  One store had a nest of birds over their porch light.
 



Then I wanted to stop at the grocery store so we wouldn't have to eat out the next day.  But the grocery store was closed.  

Our Airbnb place only had one bedroom and the living room was tight for opening up the couch into a bed.  Larry said he would sleep on the couch.


George and Larry watched a movie... Twister.  I worked on email and this blog.  The Internet was very slow.  So I left the pictures to upload over night.



Tomorrow we go explore Rocky Mountain National Park.

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