When A Pond Is A Lake (#8)

On my 7th day out I was eating breakfast at a Cracker Barrel in Omaha, Nebraska. These restaurants are of the very few that cater to the needs of the RV traveler with special parking areas just for the RV. It’s nice to see their signs along the road; they make me feel at home wherever I am.

Coming into Colorado from the northeast on Interstate 76 and US 34 there’s prairie stretching across a vast expanse. As I drove further into the state, the most horrible smell accosted me.

The infamous stockyards! Thousands and thousands of cattle standing and laying in their own excrement. I sensed fear. Did they know the next leg of their journey was to be their last – the slaughter house?

I shut all the windows, closed all the vents, and played an Enya CD. It was a surreal contrast but the sense of fear dissipated. Soon I had my first glimpse of the Rockies and the stockyards were forgotten.

Just outside Estes Park, Colorado was an RV park I stayed at for the night: Spruce Lake. Walking past a small pond ringed with fishermen I stepped into the office to register and asked, “Where’s the lake?”

With a disbelieving look the woman behind the desk said, “Right out front there.” Holy Mother of Pearl, the pond was being called a lake. Culture shock for the Easterner.

While in Colorado I came across many more examples of very small bodies of water being called lakes. Oh, but the mountains, the Rocky Mountains, what a grand and glorious experience.

Anyone who says you can see it just the same in pictures or on television just has no clue. The array of sights, sounds, smells are simply and only found first hand. And once you experience them, the memories are so unique, so personal and belong to no one else.

Joy! Annie

(aka Tin Can Traveler)

About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Inhale love; exhale gratitude.
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3 Responses to When A Pond Is A Lake (#8)

  1. Sher says:

    Rocky mountains have always been on my wish list. I am sure they are remarkable in person. You are a very luck lady to have experienced them first hand.

  2. Cindy says:

    Have been to the glorious Rockies many times. Were you able to go over Independence Pass, Annie? Might be a little intimidating with your rig and car. It is a sight not ever to be forgotten. Estes Park is grand as well. When I lived in Utah, I traveled through many parts of Colorado. Hope your memories are as cherished as mine. Enjoy the ride, Annie!

    • excelsior17 says:

      Hey Cindy ~ Thank you so much for reading my blog! Your support is so very endearing. No, I didn’t go over the Pass. Some day I will, in my car. Maybe this fall. Enjoy all your adventures, Cindy, wherever they take you!

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