Are you tired of my western adventures yet? I hope not! But if you are, take heart, this is the last post about my trip. Waaaah.
We arrived back at Margene’s on Sunday evening about 5 to find Smith waiting for us. He prepared a delicious meal with Anaheim peppers to start, followed by grilled salmon, Yukon gold potatoes, and a medley of broccoli and asparagus. I know you guys all think Dale is a keeper, and I agree. But Smith? He’s pretty okay, too. After all our traveling it felt good to be “home” and just chat and relax over dinner and wine. It was a wonderful evening on their patio!
In the morning we headed to the infamous Silver Fork Lodge for breakfast. I already showed you a picture of my delicious meal but you didn’t see this one of the three of us on the deck. With our Trekking socks, of course. And there were violet green swallows and a couple of prairie dogs, too.
After fortifying ourselves we headed up the mountain to Silver Lake, the site of so many of Margene’s gorgeous photos. It was like stepping into the computer and having Margene’s blog come alive!
Even after seeing it myself, I find it hard to believe it was real. It’s just too beautiful! There were birds and ducks and wildflowers everywhere! And of course, mountains! Margene is right when she says that back East we don’t have mountains, we have bumps.
And, while I didn’t see a moose, I did see moose tracks.
All too soon it was time to bring Birdsong to the airport. But that still left Margene and I with a few hours to kill before my flight. So, I was given the grand tour of Salt Lake City, including a yarn shop, the library and Temple Square.
Just as we were driving back to the airport, Smith called and said that terminal one had been closed down due to a suspicious package. When Margene and I arrived at the terminal there were lines and weary travelers and cancelled flights. For a brief moment it looked as though my stay in Salt Lake City might be prolonged. But things turned around quickly and I made it through security and on my flight with time to spare.
Before I knew it I was being greeted at the airport by Dale. I’m pretty sure he missed me. And that’s not a bad thing to come home to.
This concludes the recap of my trip. It was a fabulous, wonderful time. I had loads of fun and made some new friends to boot.
Thanks for everything, Margene! I still believe in the magic of Estes Park.