Just past the Colorado state line, where no one was available to greet us, we looked over the hill and into a valley and spied this old cabin. Had we reached a welcome center after all?
Apparently not. No one was home. It's just a cowboy line cabin. Maybe it's still used once in a while. The pipe sticking up through the roof indicates there's a cozy pot-bellied stove within. Accommodations might be pretty good.
Daisy liked the pond out front. She took a few moments to cool off
and pond(er) the meaning of life through her reflection.