Colorado Springs -- We found a purse and Pike's Peak

Our honeymoon night was in the honeymoon suite at the Hilton inn in Colorado Springs.  It was, as you might imagine, a special night, not for the reason you might believe.  I’m not telling about the special part, nope not telling, nope not gonna do it.  

The Hilton is no longer the Hilton.  It’s the Antler’s Hotel in downtown Colorado Springs.  Bobby, Skip’s friend, now my friend, knew exactly where it was.  Skip and I got out that morning and it was almost 40 degrees with a bright sun and a super blue sky. 

 

We first drove to Garden of the Gods, a unique, city run park full of amazing red rock formations.

It was packed with few places to park, but we drove through, looked at the rock formations that stood in the shadow of the 14,000-foot Pikes Peak and reveled in the perfect weather.

We found a parking place across the street from short hike up to a viewing point.  We walked, took too many photographs of Pike’s Peak and just wandered in relative peace.  As we were going back we found an open purse just perched on some rock.  There was no one about and we couldn’t see anyone close, so I picked up the purse, zipped it up and we figured to turn it in at a visitor’s center.

As we walked back to the car we checked with all the incoming hikers,” nope, not mine, poor woman,” all negatives on purse ownership.

We finally got back to the parking lot and spied a group just starting to load up in the cars and was we walked up they hollered, “That’s Kendra’s purse.”  Sure enough Kendra looks up and comes out from between two cars and she said, “That’s my purse.”

We explained where we found it and she, of course, was incredibly grateful and relieved.  

Yep, we bad.

That afternoon we went to the used to be Hilton Inn in downtown Colorado Springs.  We drove around the hotel and finally found a nice park right in front of the now Antler’s Hotel.  We parked and once again took some of Marty’s ashes and let her cremains drift down into the soft grass in the shade of some huge trees.

We spent the evening talking with Bobby and Becky and eating dinner.  These are people who have known and loved Skip for a long time, and they are people who make other people comfortable.  We laughed a lot, made fun of Trump a lot (sorry, not sorry), got to know each other and generally enjoyed seeing life from each other’s perspective.

Somewhere along this trip I started laughing again, hard laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt just a bit.  I laughed and cut up with Marty a lot, it was so good to find that feeling again.

I have to say staying with Bobby and Becky and staying with Skip’ brother and sister-in-law, Mike and Pat in Lubbock added depth and texture to this trip.  It’s good to be with people, it’s good to share with people, it’s good to touch other people.  In short, other people are good things.

Saturday, we got up, got ready, and at Becky's request, and my desire, we scattered some ashes in their backyard.  It just felt right

We then set off to Dalhart, to finally close the circle.