My future travels, once bleak, are looking up.
I'm thinking that if I can slide effortlessly through my truck’s emissions test without triggering global warming or the ire of any emissions testers, that should leave me with about two weeks of visiting the high country before my next VA doctor visit, scheduled for the first week of August. And even though two weeks in the high country is not exactly what the doctor ordered. Any doctor who's been in the high country knows that it’s better for you than any pill he's got.
One of my favorite places to go in the heat of the Summer is the teeny tiny town of Tincup. Yes, it's pretty much a ghost town in the winter, but in the Summer it comes to life with Summer visitors, a handful of Summer residents, and yes, even Summer campers, surrounded on all sides by beautiful mountains. Gold-filled mountains brought people to Tincup, and now the beauty of those very same mountains brings in Summer visitors, and the ample boondocking brings in folks like me.
I don't know if that's for sure where I'll end up because to get to Tincup I've got to drive through Buena Vista, and Buena Vista is also blessed with beautiful mountains and plenty of boondocking, so I might not make it past Bueny.
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Zoning in little towns throughout the West was spotty at best. So it’s not odd to see businesses being built right next to a house.
The Johnny Nolan casino was owned by a friend of mine, big Bob Conzach, which used to be a very successful gift shop in the main part of town before gambling. But I believe he sold out to a partner.
The largest casino in Cripple Creek. Usually, you’re looking at the back of this casino, because that’s where I’m boondocked on my property, and this is just a small part of the front. Its name is Chamonix Casino Hotel, and from what I’ve read, the name Chamonix evokes a sense of elegance and sophistication…..and after spending many years in Cripple Creek, and getting to know the town and the residents I would have to say that elegant and sophisticated is exactly the way I would describe Cripple Creek and everyone living there.
Now, when I’m there, I bring more of an elegant but earthy aura to the town, kind of a homeless, work-for-food sort of vibe. And with numerous holes in my blue jeans, I’m still able to walk down Main Street with an air of sophistication that folks can tell by my demeanor that yes, I’ve got holes in my jeans, and, I may not know where my next meal is coming from, but I’m too debonair and cultured to be concerned.