After a frigid night camping in the Rockies, Odie and I met up with an old friend from a few years ago and had breakfast at the Notchtop Cafe in Estes Park, CO. Had a great time catching up, and the fresh trout and eggs I had was really, really good.
We hit the road around 11:00 and made our way toward Chadron, NE, avoiding the main roads and absorbing the changing terrain like the reconnection with a long lost friend. Guess the midwestern palette runs deeper within me than I would have imagined. Sadly, we witnessed far too many fracking sites, a seemingly endless display of what ails us.
Tonight we're calling the Old Main Street Inn "home." First built in 1890, it's on the National Registry of Historic Places. The current owner Jeanie made us feel like we were home, and the local characters came out in force. One of my favorite authors lives here, and he came down to the bar and hung out with us for a few hours, which was pretty damn cool. A documentary based on one of his books will be released soon, and I would highly recommend reading "Love and Terror on the Howling Plains of Nowhere" and the then seeing the documentary, which should be released sometime in October of this year.
It's late, I'm hunkered down in "The Cowboy Room," we're a little over 2,000 miles into the journey, and I've already seen more than I would have imagined. Life is short, life is good...count yer blessings peeps, and remember to live large...always!
Newton
No comments:
Post a Comment