April 24, Montrose, CO
Well, we’re still here. I think they’re ready to move to Montrose, but not full time; I know they’d be outa here first sign of winter. But it is a really nice town, in a beautiful setting, with all the comforts they need. For my part, as I’ve mentioned, I really love Buckley Park and would like going there every day. They haven’t found a restaurant they didn’t like, and even tried a new one this morning, Starvin’ Arvin’s, for breakfast. Geri really enjoyed her waffle, and Don was immensely pleased with his country fried steak with sausage gravy, hash browns and eggs over easy. They want everyone to understand that this was their meal of the day, no lunch to follow, and only a snack for dinner. OK?

Geri wanted a little nap after breakfast, so Don and I hung out on our grassy area next to the rig. He was writing something, and I was consorting with passers-by. When Geri was ready to go, we headed for the Montrose Historical Museum, downtown in the old Denver & Rio Grande train station. Sorry, they were closed. Don was very disappointed. So, instead, we did some sightseeing around town, winding up at a little park south of town set up to memorialize the Escalante Expedition of 1776, which passed through this area. They were looking for California. Guess their maps weren’t as good as ours are. From where we were, we had a great view of the San Juan Mountains, which we had traipsed through yesterday, but couldn’t see. Don took some photos, and I hope they show how magnificent they mountains are. Then we visited a row of antique shops along highway 550 a little further south, and saw some nice bear pelts; but we didn’t buy anything. Geri had a urgent need for a manicure, ‘cause her paws were turning into claws, and she didn’t like it, so we found a nail place at the south end of town and got her fixed up.

We weren’t ready to call it a day yet, so we went exploring into some of the neighborhoods of Montrose. Most of the housing is relatively modest, but well kept. On the outskirts of town, we found some horse ranches and a few large and elegant homes, with views of the San Juans. We got so far out of town that, when Don asked Garmie to guide us back to the RV Park, she did the unthinkable; she put us on an unpaved road! Geri wasn’t real pleased about this, and attempted to countermand Garmie. Don did the politic thing, and turned off on a better unpaved road, forcing Garmie to find a new, but longer route. Eventually we found pavement heaven, and all was well. We made a stop at Buckley Park for my walk, which pleased me greatly.

Their dinner was next to nothing, and so were my plates. But I’m not complaining. We’re definitely back on the road tomorrow, heading back to Utah, a place called Moab. Our excursion yesterday didn’t make us feel real friendly about the road down through Telluride, so we’re heading back for the desert. I’ve never been to Moab, but they have. Hope I like it there as well as I did in Montrose. You can be sure I’ll let you know!