What a difference a day makes. Sunday was totally crowded here in Grand Lake, with people and cars everywhere. Monday, not so much…and that was nice for us.
Putting the canoe in the water seemed like a good idea, until we drove down to the lake saw the whitecaps, then got out of the car and felt the blast of the 49 degree air, made worse by 25+ m.p.h. sustained wind gusts. Wimps are us. The canoe stayed dry.
But we did enjoy a brisk walk around a small park at the west end of the lake, where we spied this wooden arch bridge over a cove off to the west…
…and so we had to go drive over it. And see how everything looked from bridge back east. Not a shabby sight:
We piddled around town, rather than paddled around the lake. That lake will still be here for another visit. We then drove up to Grand Lake Lodge for lunch. It was closed for over three years, and is now back open on a limited basis for food and drinks. Well, the ‘food’ is only appetizers, so we learned. And a bit pricey for what we got. But we did enjoy a guitarist and the fire pit, so that was a bit of compensation. Maybe. Definitely enjoyed this view:
And Dick had to check out the old cars parked outside:
All in all, we had a lazy day. That sometimes a good thing to have.
So today the Griswolds are heading to Dillon and poke around there. Life is good!