We landed in Denver, Colorado, a day after an unusual storm dumped a few inches of snow on the state. Living as we do in California, we don’t get such dramatic weather. So a few inches didn’t bother us.

Enroute to our first destination, Winter Park, we swerved off the highway when I saw a sign announcing the Buffalo Bill Museum & Grave in Golden.  At the turn of the twentieth century, William Frederick “Buffalo Bill” Cody (1846-1917), founder of  Wild West Shows and Medal of Honor winner, was the most recognizable celebrity on earth.

After paying our respects, we checked out the model teepee, where Mateo couldn’t resist playing the role of Buffalo Bill. Olivia was most fascinated by a poster that showed the names and locations of dozens of Indian tribes that once inhabited the American West. For a while anyway, those long-ago days seemed a little less distant.

At breakfast this morning at a cafe in Winter Park, Mateo said “I don’t want to eat any more pancakes. I want to go outside and do cartwheels.”

That sums up today.  Outside, doing cartwheels.  Time to rest up for tomorrow.~

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