Miners Pick Bed and Breakfast
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... It was really cold but we saw some squirrels. We came back had some leftovers for lunch and drove to the lake to do some ice fishing. We walked out on the ice, being careful not to slip. Then we sat on a bucket while Chris or Dad drilled holes in the ice in front of us. We set up our rods and fished. Every child was able to catch at least one ...
How did Dad do it? A sleeping bag in the back of the truck, the open road, and a love of the countryside was all he needed.
For me, it is a nice hotel bed, my own down pillow, and some entertainment (I.e., music, iPhone, talking with my sisters). Even so, about 7:00 pm last night, our seemingly perfect road trip showed its first crack. Hot and tired, Christine and I had different thoughts about priorities. I was fixated on ...
The drive to Denver from Vegas was so very scenic. The colors and geography changed every hour. Definitely worth the drive if you every get the chance. Denver was a treat. We had the pleasure of staying with cousin Marty, his beautiful wife Maria and the gorgeous Kinnick. ...
... were hundreds of bikes cycling by us. This line of bikes extended all the way to the Vail Summit which is approximately 10,600 feet in elevation. We frequently went from 5,000 ft. to 11,000 ft. and back down. Our first stop was to be at the Phoenix Gold mine in Idaho Springs, CO. We were supposed to pan for gold when we were in the Black Hills but ran out of time. Dan told Jessica if she could find a place to pan for gold ...
... chirpy talk black lady who humped heavy bags in to upper racks with relative ease).
We left the airport behind within five minutes and were in our Motel 6 room by 9.40, after a nice tour of the residential district of north Denver when John missed a direction of Daniel's (not Alamo's finest), but then miraculously found Peoria Street 'by instinct'.
The sheets were rolled-back and we were in bed by 10.40pm, leaving the air conditioning on.