Where: last week of our spring gig at Three Rivers Resort in Almont, CO
Our final week in Colorado was a bit of a blur, as we convinced ourselves that we had plenty of time to fit in the ends and odds we wanted to accomplish before we left. I always forget just how long it can take us to wash and wax the RV when she’s sitting outside in the sun, and you can only apply wax to the shady parts. And then there were the items like final library stops, parties with work peeps, cooking for our travel days, and all the other tidbits that pop up when your mind is whirling.
The last week was meteorologically chaotic, with a couple days of snow and freezing temperatures, and then a couple days where we could lay out in the sun.
Three days later-Mommy/daughter D session:
JJ likes to say that he’s been subjecting Westerners to MidWest culture since 2014, introducing our hometown treats (and explaining the provenance thereof) to the woefully unenlightened. This week’s offering requires a long explanation, starting with a biology lesson, followed by collegiate sports info, and culminating in the dessert perfection that is the buckeye. Even if our co-workers didn’t follow the logic, they loved the treats!
(And a note on a fortuitous accident: JJ dropped one of the buckeyes all the way in the chocolate, and then realized that it sounded pretty good. He did a few more the same way, topped them with Reese’s Pieces, and that’s the origin story of Buckeyes 2.0, which is probably the way we’ll make them from now on!)
Just across the street from Three Rivers is the Almont Resort, providing cabins, a restaurant and bar, and a fly shop since the late 1800s. Last year, the dining room was closed for a lengthy kitchen remodeling. Just after it finally opened, there was an incredibly freaky accident where a truck lost its parking brake, rolled into the wall of the kitchen, started a grease fire, and badly injured an employee. The business only recently opened again.
Some of the housekeeping crew tried out the Almont for dinner, and as advertised, the portions were most generous. Here’s Cheryl, gamely facing more nachos than she ever wanted, and with the world’s hottest japalenos, to boot:
And the rest of the table, L-R: Alysha, Jamie-the housekeeping manager, Ally-the assistant manager, Mark and Mary Jo–the owners of the resort, and you should know the last guy. We’re really going to miss this crew of awesome people:
The end of the story is that we got through that big to-do list, and were ready to head off to our summer gig. The weather gave us one last hurrah as a send-off. I would talk some smack about this, but the fact of the matter is that where we’re headed is so much worse. Like, Donner Party worse. Like, the pictures below are a nice summer day in comparison to our next destination.
And the big reveal about our next gig: Mammoth Lakes, California! (Where they just had an epic snow season, and one that’s not over yet!)