If you’re looking for a town to be the same after more than 30 years, you’re going to be disappointed. If you’re looking for a certain area to help jog your 30-year memories, you’re going to be disappointed, too. I’m sure a strip mall or two will be blocking the view you remembered. But, if you’re looking for a familiar profile of a mountain range? Then, my friends, you are going to be home. I’m in Colorado, now. And I feel home oozing from the hills and filling me up with contented happy. Need I say more? I think not. But, has that ever stopped me? I think not.
I believed I mentioned this one-upon-a-time-in-a-blog-last-summer but there’s something about 8,000 feet above sea level that speaks home to me. Suddenly I am happy. I can’t say why. Maybe it’s how clear and focused the world seems from that level. 7,000 will do that to me, too. So there you go. As much as I adore the redwoods, ferns, ocean and fog of NorCal, it’s nice to take a break and live up high in the Rockies for awhile with John Denver songs playing in my head. Hello quaking Aspens! It’s been too long.
It was about a 5-hour drive from Provo to Avon, CO. It was a nice drive. There were spots we’d like to have pulled over and explored, but we knew we’d be going back that way in a week.
So, we just cruised along and arrived about an hour before dinner, checked into our Christie Lodge, looked at our teeny tiny condo, deemed it cozy enough, and went for dinner.
Glass of wine….helped with that weird road thing you get. Dinner was yummy. We ate at the Northside Kitchen. Tonight, with the full price of a glass of beverage, you get your meal for 40% off. A delish buffalo burger.
Oh, and as it was a bakery, we got free donuts for tomorrow’s breakfast. Nice, huh?
Avon’s being really hospitable to us. We will do our best to be hospitable back.
Hello Quaking Aspens! I’ve missed you!
Tomorrow is Day One of Two Days of Fly Fishing Camp. It’s why we’re here, after all. Wish me luck.
Chronicles of Cammy, my Fool's Journey and Travelogue 
Have fun, Cammy, and enjoy your fly-fishing school.
Luck! And lotsa fishies ( but no fish heads)! Say, who cooks your catch?
< Written on my iPad, which has a mind of its own, and a VERY strange sense of humor!