While driving through the mountains to Estes Park, Kirk wanted to stop and check out the fly fisherman in the river. Ever since I saw "A River Runs Through It," I've wanted to try fly fishing...with Brad Pitt, Robert Redford, and Craig Sheffer as my instructors. Hubba Hubba!
I realize it's a where's Waldo situation, but if you look closely you'll see the fly fisherman.
A rest stop in the mountains. This may have been worse than using "Turkish toilets" in Italy, which are engineered with two foot grooves and a hole in the ground. A word to the wise if ever using a "Turkish toilet" -- do NOT wear overalls!
Kirk and I stopped at an Indian shop nestled in the mountains on our way to The Stanley Hotel. Although a little corny, they had beautiful Native American jewelry made mostly of their "mother rock," also known as turquiose. They used a variety of coral, sugilite, charoite, and gaspeite as well.
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Great pics Kristi. Kirk said he had a good time out there when we went golfing Friday.
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