From the Mountains, to the Prairies

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Today marked when we truly started leaving the mountains:  behind us, snowcapped peaks; ahead the horizon, probably 120 miles away from our mountainside vantage point.

Somehow I chose the lodge without wifi or cell service, and a a very limited restaurant — closed at 5pm, no breakfast.  Just three miles before was a lodge with all the trimmings.


From the Mountains, to the Prairies

That squiggly road on the left is where we will be in about 20 minutes


On the squiggly road

Looking back from the squiggly road

Our lodging for the night

Why yes, there is a bar

Forty-three commendably it is all downhill from here miles.  2226 more saying that the wind would like a word.

(Note:  I have decided to set the publish date to when the stage happened, rather than when I get around to actually doing the post.)


Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 8, 2024 at 3:14 PM

    No breakfast. That hurts. Glad there’s a bar😄

    Mike

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  2. RimJune 8, 2024 at 4:25 PM

    Rim says have one for me. Enjoy thebride and break.

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  3. AnonymousJune 12, 2024 at 10:04 AM

    no wifi and no phone is my perfect idea of a great night

    ReplyDelete

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