by way of wyoming
Karen and I left Salt Lake City two Monday mornings ago, lighting out for the upward route from Utah into Colorado. We knew it was going to be quite a day of driving—heeding the roadtrip code of exploring detours—as I pulled over early in the day for the antlers on a garage, and then noticed the perfect address.
(Note: This is the second post of eight about this road trip. The first one is here. )
Pulling off a few hours later, somewhere in Wyoming, we found the bright lights of Broadway Cafe (maybe it was only the dazzling sun),
and Karen’s pancake quest began.
I opted for chilaquiles, and the kitchen wasn’t shy about the cheese (we were one of two occupied tables in the diner).
After a straight shot all the way across the bottom of Wyoming, we detoured at Laramie, dropping down through Fort Collins on the way to Boulder and seeing my charming friend Andrew Hyde.
Along the way, we decided to stay at a castle in Vail as neither of us had been,
and we drove into Vail that night to find a fairyland of fringed trees and alpine roofs. Pleasantly empty, we imagined how it must feel in the season—heated comforters on the beds, fireplaces dancing in the rooms, cobblestone streets busy with families.
And with the Colorado zig behind us, we woke to sunshine and crisp mountain air, and set out for the zag of Grand Junction and Durango, with all the exciting twisty roads in between, and the electric energy of New Mexico…
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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Tuesday, August 17th, 2010, 8:45 am * Filed in Food, Travel. * . Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
