It is a day of transitions. A day of good-bye to Steve, Estes Park, and Colorado. It is also a day of hellos. Hello to solo travel. Hello to Wyoming and Montana. Hello to more writing, reading, hiking, praying, moving. Tallula (my tent’s name- thank you Lynn for the name idea) has two meanings. If you spell it Tallulah, the origin is Choctaw meaning running water. I really liked that idea having seen beauty in running water and the life it brings with it, but I liked the spelling Tallula with it’s celtic-gaelic origins even better. It means abundance. I have already found abundance in simple living, just being, and traveling this journey as it unfolds. Abundance abounds when we keep taking moments to not just look for them, but acknowledge them as well. Thank you everyone for tossing out name ideas.
Life Inside and around Tallula
One of the best purchases I’ve made. After hearing every word of conversations that lasted well past midnight from the campers next door, I put these in and gratefully went to sleep. No hostile, frustrated, lack of sleep conversation with neighboring campers required.
Clayton is from Portland, Oregon and traveling in the opposite direction as I am. He was excited to be in Estes Park and do some rock climbing. He, too, is traveling solo and a fun extrovert to talk with about where we have been and where we are going. He asked about Moraine Campground and I could tell him confidently it was beautiful and highly recommended.
I didn’t take his picture. I did take a picture of his truck. He zipped around as if always in a hurry. I think that may be his youthful side talking. He seemed about 25. I wanted to mother him. I stopped before that got weird. Steve was grateful.
Most of our cooking happens either with this little stove or with a chimney charcoal starter or sometimes both. We travel with a cooler as well. That’s it. Tea is a must every morning. So is putting away your food, personal hygiene items, and cooking paraphernalia. We are in black bear country. Signs are everywhere you go. Put your food in brown metal food box lockers or in the trunk of your locked car, preferably covered. Some stickers on the boxes say, save a bear’s life. They probably also should say “and human life too.” That’s why we have a hatchet in Tallula.
Lyon’s Pinball and Oskar Blues Bistro
We spotted Lyon’s Pinball on the way to Colorado. If you ever travel this way and love pinball, then this is the place for you!
I loved going to arcades where you could play pinball, skee-ball, and eventually early video games. I loved the sights and the sounds and the chance to win a free game. Steve and I went to the one in Plainfield Mall often as teenagers. Memories of early machines that you could “roll over” came back in this pinball place. They even have pinball leagues.
Right next door with yummy food, great live music, and funky decor. Home made root beer. Blue sky. Mountain town. I’m in.
Mailed packages out today from Estes Park. National Park stamps and a bright sunny day. Thinking of you all made me smile. Steve found a gorgeous little park just steps away with the Big Thompson running on by. Thank you for traveling along. I hope you enjoy gifts sent from here.
I’d love to hear from you when you get them. Send photos and conversation. Until then, talk to me about the best place you ever lived and why.
Peace and JOY