On Sunday, we spent a few hours in Boulder wandering around the downtown area enjoying what it had to offer, plenty of shopping, interesting people watching, and street performers.
We then got on the road and headed north through Estes Park, which was very scenic.
In Estes Park, there is the stately Stanley Hotel, which, according to the AAA book, was owned by the inventor of the Stanley Steamer, and he used to transport guests to the lodging in his steam cars. Wouldn't it had been fun to be invited by Stanley just to get to ride in the steam cars?
Next we headed to The Rocky Mountain National Park.
Still some snow on the ground in places, and even had some elk close by so we can take pictures of them.
As you would imagine, it was impressive, majestic even.
And we also got to stand at the Continental Divide.
We got to experience something last night that I knew we were going to try, but wasn't really sure when, but last night it happened, and we were prepared. We put our cardboard in the windows, our curtain up, and pulled into the WalMart parking lot around 10:00 at Steamboat Springs, CO, and did some stealth camping. It ended up being okay, with just minor traffic noises. . . Then wow, and I am not making this up, at 2:15 we heard a trumpet blowing, from somewhere close, some random tunes that I didn't recognize, then the trumpet played "When The Saints Go Marching In." It went on for what seemed like forever, but was probably about 10 minutes. Then it stopped. Then we just went back to sleep. Nothing else happened.
This morning finds us at the laundromat washing clothes again where Anthony woke up a random homeless fella at 5:30 this morning. Next we are making breakfast in a park, our usual eggs and bacon, then will continue toward Yellowstone. We were hoping to do that yesterday, but just didn't make it.
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