8/3/2018
Woke up bright and early and headed down to the, as advertised, “Super Start Breakfast” which consisted of stale cereal, hard boiled eggs in a crockpot and thawed out frozen waffles. No thanks! So we hopped the fence to the Burger King next door (our view out our hotel window was the drive-thru) where they informed us they were out of biscuits for the day (it was 7:30 am!). So we settled on chicken sandwiches and a breakfast platter.
Both kids actually fell asleep on the drive, which is very unusual for them, but so peaceful and quiet for us. No snow this year at the top of Berthoud Pass – that was disappointing because the kids and Chewy were looking forward to playing in it again. We were greeted at the cabin with home made cookies by Earl, fresh flowers for each of our rooms and a bouquet from Mary Maroney with a card that read “For my flower girl”. When I was 5 yrs old, I was her flower girl in their wedding – so sweet! The cabin looked like wedding central with decoration stations set up for the I Do BBQ, chapel pew decorations, center pieces for the reception and welcome bag assembly line for the out-of-towners.
We left the kids with Mimi so they could help her put things together and Kevin and I headed to get our marriage license in Hot Sulfur Springs before they closed. We forgot our $30 cash (although I read it twice on the website and was reminded by Sean and Mimi right before I walked out the door — wedding brain I guess!) so Kevin hit the ATM down the road. This is starting to feel so real! Yay!
We swung by the YMCA to check out Columbine Point (our outdoor wedding chapel) in person. There was a rehearsal in progress so we couldn’t get too close, but we could tell it was the perfect location. We checked out the RV campground to see what sites might be available for Alan and Nancy. This was the first time I had been to this area after coming here for 37 years.
We finished up the night with Pete, Nancy and Aunt Dolly joining us at the cabin for a pork chop dinner prepared by mom and a competitive, cut throat game of Farkle. I won! (Sorry Pete).
To Have And To Haas 