I get gas in a little station along the way and call the guy I booked the show tonight. He can’t remember a thing and I should have contacted him earlier I know, but it’s fine I can use another off day. I get of the main highway and take I 40 into the wilderness and over the Berthoud Pass where I stop to take some pics.
I’m over 11000 feet high and get a little dizzy when I walk around, there’s not a lot of oxygen and I’m probably out of shape. On my way down I see some beautiful views.
Then I come to a sign that leads to the Rocky Mountain National Park.
Way to go, it’s Sunday and the next show is in Utah on Tuesday. I take this turn and come by the Grand Lake.
I decide to get a Cabin tonight and lay low. I find a nice one at the Grand Mountain Lake Lodge now owned by a family from Arkansas.
The room is nice and there is a little river next to it.
Once I got my unloaded I take a trip to Grand Lake, a little Cowboy town at the end of the valley where I have dinner in a place with peanut shells all over the floor. Later that night I sit with other visitors and the owners of the lodge around a campfire and chat until late.
1 comment:
Hans,
Aaahh Grand Junction, Colorado. The memories are flooding back. I was falsely accused of breaking into the club (there was a house in back the band stayed in) that we were playing at for two weeks, and was promplty escorted away by GJ's finest. What a bunch of dopes! The cops framed me by taking my shoe and making an imprint on a chair by the broken window of the club. Don't play the Outpost! Other than that the college radio DJ at Mesa College was cool an we climbed the Mesa while I was there. Fun!
Rosendo
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