It's time to leave Denver. Driving west on Rte 70, we'll take scenic Rte 67 south winding through mountain passes and along the reflective and bubbling Platte River. There are many scenic overlooks, and we stop along the way to pick up rocks for my rock collection, a souvenir of the mountains themselves. Rolling hills of pine trees, deep ravines and winding mountain roads. Imagine how different it would be in winter with snow-covered ground and pine trees. We ate lunch in Woodland Park. Before we could check in we went to visit the "Cave of the Winds" and bought our tickets for the evening Laser Show.
On the way we drove to the Garden of the Gods. I have never seen anything like this before. The rocks here feel alive like sentinels, ancient and unmoving. After checking into the motel we started to go back to town to have dinner but the beginnings of a hailstorm developed and so we hightailed it back to the motel. We reached it just at the second when the hail started to come down in earnest. As we drove into our carport (very lucky we had that amenity), there was a thump on the roof, and then it was hailing so hard that we had to stand under the carport for 10 minutes or so until it was safe to walk the 2 yards to the hotel room door. 
The hailstones were the size of cherry tomatoes and they were coming down in sheets. We then went to the dinner restaurant and I had the "Buffalo Pot Roast". It wasn't until later that I realized that it wasn't beef in the pot roast but actually Buffalo. I guess it wasn't bad...just not what I had expected.
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These hale balls remind me of the time I first met Gerald. He was only a few weeks old. Your next door neighbor asked us to put the dogs inside. I was just about to open their chain link metal fence, when you came careening out of the house: "Don't touch that!" The sky was turning green. And sure enough thunder and lightening. We didn't have time to worry about the dogs next door, since we were worrying about what to do with Baby Gerald in his portable car seat. There are no interiers rooms, we suddenly realized. Except for the closet. We pulled everything out of it and planning to put Gerald in there under...under...? bedding! and under us. The hale bounced off the roof, the ground, the car. Oh my. We saved one of crystals to show Mom and Harold who had gone out shopping. When I went next door, the dogs were inside. Either they broke the windows or the bouncing hale did. Mom and Harold had seen nothing: no hale, thunder, lightning or rain.
Your sister, Vicki
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