Woo-hoo! It’s Jerry!! (and Colorado)
Last year, on our way back from visiting my husband Martin’s dad & stepmom in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, we stayed in a little corner of Colorado which is surely one of the loveliest river valleys in all of the U.S. I fell in love. I’m still in love. I, who never want to stay in the same place twice, am thrilled that we are going to return there in late July. The river just the right size — not too wide, not too stream-like. The valley through which it flows is high in elevation, lovely and steep-sided, with little development, aspen, spruce and lush, green undergrowth abounding.
The area is along the Dolores River, north of the hamlet of Dolores. The place where we stayed is called Circle K Ranch. It fit our family perfectly — not fancy, not pricey, friendly staff, right on the river, family-friendly… It also has a central lodge where everyone hangs out: campers, lodgers, and ranch staff. They have horses for trail rides (which we did not do) and flyfishing guides (we just non-fly fished with no guide).
While we were there last year, our then-4yo, Wesley, who is… uh… very particular about the people with whom he forms relationship, and in some situations, appears to be mute, fell immediately into adoration of a wrangler/trailguide — a 17yo Amish young man named Jerry. (I blogged about it here and here.) For the last year, Wesley has prayed (or had Martin or me pray) for Jerry nearly every day.
Last year, we squeeeeeezed into a motel room — think old-fashioned, small, low-ceilinged room — one queen bed (on which the three boys slept) and one twin (on which Martin & I cozied). It was cheap, but we ended up spending big $$ to eat at the lodge. This year, we crunched the numbers, and figured out that, even with the grocery expenses added in, it would be less money to stay in a cabin there at Circle K, and do all (or at least most) of our own cooking.
When booking our cabin today, I asked the guy on the phone (who, incidentally, remembered our family) if Jerry still works there. He does!!
I told Wesley, and his response was, “Woo-hoo!!! YES! I knew it! Jerry!! My best friend!!” Ah, the faith of a 5yo boy. It’s enough to make a momma (and a daddy) cry.