The Yampa River
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Aunt Debbie and Uncle Kirk happened to be in Colorado for 10 days or so and we decided to meet in Steamboat Springs as they were staying in Estes Park and I had outreach I needed to do in Steamboat. So we drove up there on Friday afternoon and did a little outreach before meeting them at the hotel. By the way the road through Rocky Mountain National Park closes after the first snowfall (which means if you are trying to get west from Estes you need to go down to Denver or up to Wyoming). Needless to say it took them quite a bit longer to reach Steamboat than they thought it would.
For dinner we headed to the Ore House (would highly recommend this eating establishment and ask for Emmert to be your waiter). Their sweet rolls are to die for. Very fun and social atmosphere. We decided to walk into town the next morning and conduct my outreach business.
We met at breakfast around 730 and headed out around 0800. It was mighty chilly. We stopped off at the Rotary Park raised walkway to look at the views and then marched on until I had to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately there were no public bathrooms in sight but luckily it was a wooded area and near the railroad so did my thing. The Botanical Garden was on the walk so we stopped in and looked around. The flowers were still in bloom and very pretty. I liked the Autumn Crocus best. We then stopped at the Car Wash and ate an ice cream cone and rested. (3 miles in). By this time Uncle Kirk was on a mission to find all the places I needed to hit for outreach and by golly he found all of them. The library was the furthest out (6 miles in) and headed to the Smokehouse for lunch.
We then worked our way back towards the hotel. Across from the Hot Springs we stopped at the river and soaked our feet in the warm water as it was flowing into the Yampa River. It was a nice little diversion. Soon we were off again and several started wondering if the car could come get us or maybe Sherpa boy would show up. But if you talk while you walk you don't realize how bad your feet hurt. We made it back to the hotel (12 miles later) and Renae and I went to the pool and hot tub to stretch our weary legs. He went to Mazzoles for supper (it was ok, very high priced for food).
Somehow Renae and I talked Uncle Kirk into going for a run with us Sunday morning. So we met each other in the lobby. Renae and I in fleece, shorts, running shoes, etc. poor Uncle Kirk in jeans, Reebok's, and a rain jacket. We started walking for 5 min and then began our run. Uncle Kirk was so funny he was breathing hard and kept asking if I was or was sweating. I asked if he needed water and he said no just air. He did good and ran the whole 30 min with me at a 11:12 per mile pace. He kept saying there wasn't enough air up here for running. We all walked back to the hotel and met with Aunt Debbie. (Trying to talk him into a Tri in Colorado next year) We then headed to Christy Sports and the Fish Creek Trail. Hiked around a little then had breakfast/lunch at Freshies on Lincoln and Trafalger (very good food, not so fast service).
Then we all headed our separate ways. It was a great time. The colors were very pretty and we got lots of exercise.
(I'll load pics tonight)
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