I fell on Mel.
It’s not a new Dr Seuss book (although…).
I tripped and (literally) fell…
We were hiking in the Rockies.
Colorado Rocky Mountain High.
In altitude only.
Didn’t drink until later.
Yet somehow I tripped on a rock.
Didn’t break my phone, or a bone.
Because my friend Melanie caught me.
We were visiting our friend Brooke in Vail.
We hiked about 3 miles from Bachelor Gulch to Beaver Creek.
Did not see a beaver.
Or a bear.
Saw bear poop.
And deer and (if he even counts) a squirrel.
The leaves are so yellow it almost hurts your eyes.
The trip was supposed to be 6 of us.
Two had to drop out (Covid and the end of days rain in NYC).
Three of us were in the airport bar (not even drinking).
And thought it‘d funny to tell the hostess we were bailing.
The text chain chain went something like…
I have a patient having an emergency…I can’t come.
I’m running late and may miss my fight.
Then I type…
Should we reschedule?
We wait (apparently) too long.
Then send the hostess a photo of the 3 of us at the airport.
She was not as amused as we had hoped.
But being the perfect hostess…
She still picked us up at the airport.
Next morning we had a healthy breakfast.
Unusual for me.
Must be the new mountain Dorothy.
And hiked our butts off.
Then had lunch.
French fries, mac and cheese and nachos.
My kind of meal.
Had a fancy dinner at Matsuhisa in Vail.
I prefer carbs to cod…
But the Gardener cocktail (tequila, Serrano, cilantro, ginger and lime) felt healthy.
It was the perfect girls trip
Came home with filtered photos.
And only a small cut on my knee.
Village to Village Bachelor Gulch to Beaver Creek
Restaurants: Beaver Creek Chop House & Matsuhisa
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