A Sentimental Journey to Louisville, Colorado

In 1952 Bob worked with his Uncle Jug on the Denver-Boulder Turnpike (US 36) and lived in Louisville, Colorado. We have visited Louisville three times, eating at the Blue Parrot, visiting a guitar shop, and walking up and down the few blocks of downtown each time. You can visit three bakeries within the two blocks of downtown, if you wish, -- surprise, surprise we didn't succumb to the pastry, cakes, or donuts. Even though the aroma of baking bread was overpowering.

We headed west and skirted above Denver back to Grand Lake along the mountain roads. Colorado has the best roads in the entire United States of America. The average speed limit through the mountains is 45 mph (not including Interstate 70). We came across Central City - a place we hadn't heard of before. It is a bustling authentic wild west town - reminded us of Deadwood, SD - with its ample supply of casinos.

Tomorrow we will leave our rental car at the Granby train depot and be on our way to Chicago. We are excited about using the sleeper roomette and eating in the dining car - so far we have just snacked as we rode the rails. Bob and are ready for the flat land views and some big city excitement. We will arrive in Chicago Sunday evening.