While I had been out hunting, the girls were enjoying the amenities of bustling Greeley, Colorado, and the outlying area. That included a trip to the Denver Zoo, and Rocky Mountain National Park.
Since I hadn’t had a chance to enjoy these trips, we decided to head West Via RMNP to hit highway 40. It would be a chance for me to see new country.
RockyMountain National Park’s elk herd was in rut, and they put on a show.
We drove through Eastern Utah and saw the Devils backbone as we rolled along.
We listened to classic country on the only radio station that would come in in the Vernal, Duchesne, Roosevelt area, known as the “Dinosaurland” after the famous fossils, and National monument in the area.
The next morning we would make our way through Salt Lake City, and even have a chance to stop in Elko, Nevada for a quick visit to J.M. Capriola Co., a custom saddlemaker and western tack seller famous for quality, high desert buckaroo gear.
We pushed on to Winnemucca, where the girls got a chance to experience a Basque Lunch at the famous Martin Hotel.
It was then a grind home through the Sierras, and the California traffic. I missed the lonely two tracks of Northern Colorado, but gratefully shut off the engine as the trip odometer turned over 2900 miles.
