We left our short term rental and went straight back to The French Kitchen, and for breakfast and over the day savored the taste, texture and smell of the culinary art.

In Denver I picked up 7 of those righteous Trader Joe’s 85% chocolate bars and breathed a sigh of relief.

A veritable sea of grass.

Lunch was in a park in Fort Collins at a picnic table floating on an expanse of living, richly green grass, the first yet. We both walked around barefoot and breathed in the humidity. Seriously there is a ton of lush grass in northeastern Colorado and eastern Wyoming; this is truly Cow Valhalla.

The wooden fence thing in the distance is to alleviate snow drifts.

Another stop was at the optimistically large Chugwater rest area. Free Wi-Fi and a reward for information leading to the arrest of any vandalism perpetrators, just like the Wild West!

Douglas touch down was at about 7:30, when we met up with M KJ, with whom we’d be staying. (Siri guessed we would have arrived a few hours earlier, no doubt due to the 80 mph speed limit here in Wyoming. We top out at 70 and usually don’t get over 65 unless on a favorable slope.)

We spent the evening with M KJ and Mme DW, sharing our happenings and what is on the horizon. They are great people and I’m looking forward to more time together.

Did you know that Wyoming is the least populated state per area? That’s real elbow room.