Day Three
Park City to Breckenridge 482 miles
After having the breakfast included in the room — fresh fruit and a bite of gloppy oatmeal for me and for Bob a link sausage, bite of hash browns, a small danish and OJ — we were on the road at 7:45, 47* and still rainy. This is what the sky looked like.
There was a light dusting of snow on the Uinta Mountains! Gorgeous drive through Utah and into Wyoming. Bright green hills, little farms and big ranches. First stop was in Evanston WY for gas and found a good coffee place that was in this building.
It was still ony 44*. Next stop was Little America which is actually a ginormous truck stop. The reason for the stop was a billboard on the highway that showed a big doughnut. And Bob got a big doughnut. Raining off and on the whole way and very dramatic skies that my iPhone couldn’t really capture.
Stopped in Rawlins WY to find lunch. Ended up at Buck’s Saloon which was full of good ol’ boys — one guy with a star badge, full-on spurs, etc. Hilarious. Bob had a burger and fries (‘not bad’) and a Pepsi and I had ice tea and Chili with jalapenos but without sour cream, cheese sauce and shredded cheddar. It was good. It also came with what looked like half a bag of corn chips of which I had four of five. Understand why the place was so full.
There was rain, light and heavy, off and on all day with lots of dark clouds all around. Can envision buffalo roaming everywhere. Temp never got above 56* all day. We listened to the book — one of the best Grisham’s; really good story — and gazed about the beautiful countryside. Crossed into Colorado at 2:07p.
Saw a lot of blow-offs on the wells around Coalmont. We have a lot of energy we can be using!!!
Arrived at the Hyatt in Breckenridge at 4:30 and walked down to the Briar Rose at 5:30. It was packed due to Happy Hour from 4 to 6p. Seven. Days. A. Week. That’s what I’m saying. The bartender remembered Bob but not our drinks. From two years ago. Ha. The only people who know us by name in Novato are the butchers at Harvest Market and the lady who owns the dry cleaner and she calls me Shirin but who’s picky. Bob calls her “Debit or credit?” which is what she says every time. It was standing room only so we stood against the wall until a really nice couple offered us one end of their table while they waited to pay. Really nice people. Bob had put our name down for a table across the street at Giampietros (also owned by Briar Rose people) and they called that our table was ready just as we finished our drinks. Sat next to ANOTHER nice couple who gave us restaurant tips, etc. Bob ordered garlic bread that had tons of fresh garlic and parsley and a pasta special with spicy tomato sauce that was HUGE. He barely made a dent. I had arugula salad and the special linguine vongole that was a nice, smallish portion of garlicy pasta with about two dozen small fresh clams on top in a light wine and buttery sauce. I ate all the clams and brought most of the pasta home along with Bob’s. We had a bottle of Cline Old Vine Zin ($40…..). When I told the waitress that we lived about 30 minutes away from Cline she said she had just been in Granite Bay for a wedding. Dusty Baker’s daughter. She is friends with the groom. Hank Aaron was a guest. Dennis? Hello?
We walked the half mile back to the hotel in a light rain. Great day.
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