One in the Bag

Three miles from our Quonset hut sits Lory State Park. How could we leave Colorado without saying hello?

One dissident : "Beam me back to my Lazy-Boy, Scotty!"

"What to do if you meet a mountain lion?" Poop your pants because they don't like stinky food.
Alright boys, stay close.

Easy to understand how forest fires rage in the West, the environment is so arid. 

Snow provides most of the moisture.

Of course we head straight up the mountain. Much to you-know-who's chagrin.

What a view from the top. Pete says goodbye to Lory and the foursome hit the road.
After the Wyoming state line, we make a bee line for the first park.

Glendo State Park. Reservoir below is frozen and the wind is whipping.

Like most other parks, we're the only ones here!
Music to my ears, or is that the 30 mph winds?

We ramble around for two hours and qualify for another state in the bag!

Only four more states to go, and Cole will have clinched them all. 

Monsieur Cole, forever seeking squirrels.

Is that where you hid my Lazy-Boy???

At Glendo, Garrett discovers snow for the first time...

We hit the road again.

Nothing but open space and antelope. I breath out here.
No billboards, nothing.

Our next rental is also in the middle of nowhere. 

A 1968 trailer. I'm absolutely gaga about it.

Everything about it is original...

Garrett shows off his redneck roots by jumping up on the window side dresser. A room with a view... You don't get this at the Marriott. 

This is the view out the back door.

Miles and miles of BLM land ripe for the hiking...

But that's a story for tomorrow.

We're going to kick back tonight and listen to some golden oldies.