The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us. – Ashley Montagu
This being my first Thanksgiving in the US of A, my partner decided to drag me out to Grand Lake in Grand County, Colorado for Thanksgiving week. Yes, a week! Since most of this trip I haven’t touched any guidebook or done any advance reading like I always do, I had no idea what was in store for me. Suffice it is to say I fell in love with this small beautiful county.
We made our way to Grand Lake at night and even then aided by a full moon the drive down was very scenic. The next morning sun was up and warmer and so we did what respectable half-sober people would do – play in the sun and the snow. It became the pattern for the remaining days – wake up, drive up to the bar for some bloodymary and mimosas for breakfast, power up with snow mobiles, wander around and retire to the bar. Pretttyy good if you ask me.
During our down times, we would pause to admire Grand Lake. The locals tell me that this is the deepest, natural lake in Colorado. All I can say is it is beautiful.
I do have a penchant for small towns. And this town is as small as can be. You can tell when you walk into our watering hole that everyone knows every one including the nitty gritty details of everyone’s lives. “Hey Dixie, was that a new puppy you were walking this morning?” “Hey Ricky, everything fine with your new blinds?” Bless.
Now the greatest challenge comes at night. See, we like to go out and party. However we also like to be responsible and not drink and drive. That leaves us leaving any kind of transport (car, snow mobiles, boards) and walk to the town. Now what happens when it’s time to go home? Walking up the hill to head home at 3AM. No, it’s not enjoyable at all. But, as you’ve assumed correctly, this did not stop us from doing the same thing. How else are we supposed to enjoy Thanksgiving week?
Overall my first American Thanksgiving ended on a high note. ‘Til next time!