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.
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing this very special tour! Makes me a part of it.
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