Jeanne Glidewell - Lexie Starr 06 - Cozy Camping by Jeanne Glidewell Page B
Authors: Jeanne Glidewell
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in a Western Wear shop this afternoon,” I said, with a smile. “And you can’t imagine how smart you all look in your new costumes.”
“Costumes? These are not costumes, Lexie Marie!” Stone said adamantly. “This is Western apparel, which is very stylish and suitable for the occasion. We stopped by the Wrangler Western Wear store downtown after we had delicious prime rib sandwiches for lunch at the Albany Inn next door to it. We put on our new gear before we went to the rodeo, which, by the way, was awesome. In my next life I want to be a rodeo clown.”
I wanted to tell him he was already halfway there in that get-up. But as silly and out of character as Stone looked, I could tell the men had thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon together and I was happy for them. Wendy, Veronica, and I had also had a pleasant afternoon shopping at Frontier Mall and visiting the Capitol building, the Union Pacific “Big Boy” locomotive steam engine, which was on display in Holiday Park, and the historic downtown area. I remembered seeing the exact western wear store that had drawn the three men into its web.
I had been surprised when we stopped at a gift shop and Veronica bought a number of souvenir-type trinkets to hand out at Rockdale Meadows, a nursing home back home, where she told us she visited every Thursday to play cards with some of the residents. She spent time with many of the residents that seldom had visitors and who always welcomed someone to converse with. There was definitely more to this young lady than met the eye, I was discovering. She was certainly caring and thoughtful.
We’d also stopped for tourism information at the visitor’s center along I-25, which was conveniently located close to the Cozy Camping RV Park. We picked out a few cards from the rack advertising tourist sites we thought we might want to take in while we were in Cheyenne. If time allowed, we all agreed we should consider taking a day trip to Rocky Mountain National Park, not far south of town in Estes Park, Colorado.
That evening, we accepted Emily’s invitation to take Stanley’s extended cab pickup truck, which was much roomier than her economy car, to Poor Richard’s Steakhouse for supper. We indulged in wonderful cuisine and entertaining camaraderie as we discussed the events of the day. I, in fact, over -indulged on the “wonderful cuisine” and I could feel my jeans getting snugger and snugger with every bite of my Buffalo sirloin steak and loaded baked potato, not to mention the full plate of food I’d selected at the delectable soup and salad bar. In lieu of passing on dessert, I promised myself I’d get up early the next morning and swim a couple dozen laps at the pool before breakfast. Then I’d spend a relaxing day with my husband and friends at the campground. It sounded like a perfect day to me. Too bad it didn’t work out that way.
Chapter 5
Wendy agreed to join me for an early Sunday morning swim, but when we arrived at the swimming pool, the gate was locked. The “Open” sign was lit up on the office door so we walked over to ask when the pool would be available to use.
Kylie greeted us warmly when we walked into the office, friendly and gregarious, as was her nature. “Good morning, ladies! What are you two up to this early on a Sunday morning?”
“Good morning, Kylie!” Wendy and I said in stereo. I told the young woman we were hoping to get a few laps in before breakfast and were wondering when the pool would be open.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied. “I had customers lined up outside the door when I opened the office about a half hour ago and haven’t had a chance to go unlock the gate. There’s a lull in the action right now, but it’s not apt to last long. Come along and I’ll unlock it for you before the next wave of customers arrive. We usually open the office and pool at eight, but during these annual festivities we open at six because the RV Park is already busy at
“Costumes? These are not costumes, Lexie Marie!” Stone said adamantly. “This is Western apparel, which is very stylish and suitable for the occasion. We stopped by the Wrangler Western Wear store downtown after we had delicious prime rib sandwiches for lunch at the Albany Inn next door to it. We put on our new gear before we went to the rodeo, which, by the way, was awesome. In my next life I want to be a rodeo clown.”
I wanted to tell him he was already halfway there in that get-up. But as silly and out of character as Stone looked, I could tell the men had thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon together and I was happy for them. Wendy, Veronica, and I had also had a pleasant afternoon shopping at Frontier Mall and visiting the Capitol building, the Union Pacific “Big Boy” locomotive steam engine, which was on display in Holiday Park, and the historic downtown area. I remembered seeing the exact western wear store that had drawn the three men into its web.
I had been surprised when we stopped at a gift shop and Veronica bought a number of souvenir-type trinkets to hand out at Rockdale Meadows, a nursing home back home, where she told us she visited every Thursday to play cards with some of the residents. She spent time with many of the residents that seldom had visitors and who always welcomed someone to converse with. There was definitely more to this young lady than met the eye, I was discovering. She was certainly caring and thoughtful.
We’d also stopped for tourism information at the visitor’s center along I-25, which was conveniently located close to the Cozy Camping RV Park. We picked out a few cards from the rack advertising tourist sites we thought we might want to take in while we were in Cheyenne. If time allowed, we all agreed we should consider taking a day trip to Rocky Mountain National Park, not far south of town in Estes Park, Colorado.
That evening, we accepted Emily’s invitation to take Stanley’s extended cab pickup truck, which was much roomier than her economy car, to Poor Richard’s Steakhouse for supper. We indulged in wonderful cuisine and entertaining camaraderie as we discussed the events of the day. I, in fact, over -indulged on the “wonderful cuisine” and I could feel my jeans getting snugger and snugger with every bite of my Buffalo sirloin steak and loaded baked potato, not to mention the full plate of food I’d selected at the delectable soup and salad bar. In lieu of passing on dessert, I promised myself I’d get up early the next morning and swim a couple dozen laps at the pool before breakfast. Then I’d spend a relaxing day with my husband and friends at the campground. It sounded like a perfect day to me. Too bad it didn’t work out that way.
Chapter 5
Wendy agreed to join me for an early Sunday morning swim, but when we arrived at the swimming pool, the gate was locked. The “Open” sign was lit up on the office door so we walked over to ask when the pool would be available to use.
Kylie greeted us warmly when we walked into the office, friendly and gregarious, as was her nature. “Good morning, ladies! What are you two up to this early on a Sunday morning?”
“Good morning, Kylie!” Wendy and I said in stereo. I told the young woman we were hoping to get a few laps in before breakfast and were wondering when the pool would be open.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied. “I had customers lined up outside the door when I opened the office about a half hour ago and haven’t had a chance to go unlock the gate. There’s a lull in the action right now, but it’s not apt to last long. Come along and I’ll unlock it for you before the next wave of customers arrive. We usually open the office and pool at eight, but during these annual festivities we open at six because the RV Park is already busy at
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