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Long before noon of this sunny Friday, our grandson, Mike, was assembling his Little League uniform for his role as Twins pitcher. Our grandson, Joey, a former Virginia Beach Little Leaguer, assisted with the score. That night we thrilled to a real honest-to-goodness western treat at the Famous Flying W Ranch in Colorado Springs. The chuckwagon suppers, started in 1953 with a crowd being not more than 20 people and most of them were cowboys. Today the shelter can seat many more and when the weather is clear the serving is out of doors. This night, the 1200 people present were served in 19 minutes. The Flying W is an actual working cattle and horse ranch, just north pf Colorado Springs, in the heart of the West. On this clear, moonlit evening, the boys returning to Fort Carson from Vietnam were honored with a welcome speech by Governor Love of Colorado. The Famous Flying W Wranglers and the Authentic Indian Dancers provided an evening of good entertainment for all.
This was a day we had particularly looked forward to and we were on the highway by 8 o’clock. It was midmorning when we stopped at a roadside park and prepared breakfast in the camper. It was very hot that day when we arrived at the world famous Royal Gorge and crossed the Hanging Bridge, 1053 feet above the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad tracks and the Arkansas River. We tried to digest the surrounding beauty, and collected more “gold”.
Outside Royal Gorge, we stopped at the movie set location of “Cat Ballou”. We proceeded west along the Arkansas River, heading towards the Continental Divide over Monarch Pass and toward Canon City, site of the State Penitentiary on Westward Highway 50. Late in the afternoon, we had a picnic supper alongside the Arkansas River (pronounced Ar-Kan-Sas). It was 9 o’clock when we reached Colorado Springs.
In the chilly early morning sunlight someone remarked it should be a pleasant drive to the Denver Airport, where our daughter, Elizabeth, and husband, Don, were to board United to return to Dulles.
We haven’t had plenty of chances to see the world, but
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