[Today’s run: eat and rest day. I’m going to have to get out tomorrow or turn in my runner Id card.]
The first time I visited Rocky Mountain National Park I must have been about 8. Our family of 6 slept in a floorless tent. We stayed in the Moraine Park Campground. We ate at the picnic table where my mother cooked for us on a two-burner coleman stove. I don’t remember any rain, which is good!
Soon we had a pop-up camper. We went to RMNP most summers for a week, sometimes two. It was a lot of fun.
Usually on Wednesday we would go into town and do some shopping while my mother did the laundry.
Somewhere along the line I picked up this little spiral bound book of mini-post card pictures. Here are a few of the pictures. I’ll post the rest later.
