Cell phone reception has been sparce over the past week, but Holly and I both managed to talk to our moms from Moab, UT. And they both had a similar request: Eat more! Well, being the obedient children that we are, we hit the grocery store to stock up for hobo packets in the campfire. Apparently my body (Ellen) is lacking vitamin C because I bought lime marinade, key lime soda, a big thing of OJ to drink in the car, and 4lbs of strawberries (for $5 - what a deal!). We drove on to Colorado that afternoon after exploring quaint Moab and our first introduction to Rocky Mountain National Park were a group of elk grazing just feet from the road. I think I'm going to like this place.
We ate well last night - hobo packs is meat, veggies, water, and seasoning wrapped up in tin foil and thrown into the fire to cook. Ours were daggum tastey, but our cooking was not without incident. Ellen managed to try to pick up a rock that seemed too far from the fire to necessitate caution. Wrong. Her fingers are blistered and unhappy =[ We have been carrying marshmallows, peanut butter-filled chocolate, and graham crackers ever since day 1 of this trip and we finally had the campfire to make s'mores. Well, the desert was unkind to our marshmallows, so selecting one from the bag was more like pulling a slicky glob from the mass marshmallow (singular) of consilidated, melted-together mallow. Sticky but tastey.
We camped last night at the Winding River Resort - a collection of cabins, RV site, and lowly tent sites. Its by far the most expensive campsite we've had, but the showers were hot and the sign announcing "Cowboy Church" gave us a hint at why. The morning revealed why people pay so much to stay here. People can ride the trails of the park on horseback from this place (bring your own or borrow theirs). We were heading out when we decided to obey our parents once again and join a small group for pancake breakfast by the wagons and horse coral. Mmmmmm - plate-sized pancakes with any fixins you want and a whole lot of cowboys preparing the food. The kettles hung over a fire made the coffee more tempting. The mountains in the distance, petting the horses noses, and cowboy spiritual music sold me on the place and I'm keeping their address in case I'm ever in Colorado again.
We're heading into the park now to find a hopefully-vacant campsite and get some hiking done!
Photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/hollyandellen
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so, ignore the last comment i left :)
ps send me the address too!!!
great pics. i did something like that too waaaaaaaaaay back in the day. went from denver, co to jacksons hole, wy for the winter. not knowing how to ski or knowing anyone there. was a blast.. have fun.
luigi
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