Journaling reads: "What are we going to do in Denver for 4 days" was replaced by "What are we going to do in Fraser for 6 hours." My reply, "The map shows lots of places right around the depot." The town is very quiet during winter which boggled the mind. Places close for winter or open late afternoon. Things aren't always as close as they appear on a map; we did a lot of walking. It started snowing before lunch; the camera couldn’t capture the true irridescence of the mountain tops with the sun shining up there as the snow settled down on us. We found a coffee/hot chocolate spot; Wendell suggested "Wendy's" for lunch, we don't eat there in Minnesota; a very authentic, family-owned Mexican Cafe was a non-Minnesota lunch. The food was delish. Mr. Bear would have come home with us if it hadn't meant another seat on the plane. We spent the rest of our time at a tiny brewery, where we were the youngest patrons, and then the only patrons. We sat at the bar and had a wonderful chat with the owner/bartender and the food truck guy who provides their tasty treats. I bought a souvenir sweatshirt since the weather was colder, and the train was late, so the wait was colder, but other than the last bit, it was a very fun day.


Aahhh, the innocuous little yellow stool. We stepped onto the train in Denver at platform level, not so in Fraser. There was more snow by the time we took the return train. The conductor told us to be careful, hold onto the grab rails on either side. Now, imagine a klutz with a lot of snow on her boots. stepping onto the stool on her dominant right foot and for some dumb reason, now places her non-dominant left foot onto the metal step of the train. That foot promptly slides forward and thrown off balance; the right foot slips off the yellow stool, and the right leg scrapes down between the bottom of the train and the stool. Remember the cartoon character on the trapeze that slams into the wall? Luckily I was holding onto the hand rails, but there I was, one foot up on the train, the other leg under the train, and I'm hanging there, very unceremoniously, I might add. After about 3 up scrape, down scrape attempts I hoisted myself onto the train. Naturally, rather than worrying about my bleeding leg, I'm looking around to see how many people saw me.


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