We had no idea what to expect from our visit to westcliffe. My friend Kathy who I have lunch with each week suggested that we visit when I told her we were heading towards Pueblo. Her grandfather was born there and so she told me great tales about the place. "It's a real cowboy town" she said. So we made a beeline for the place.
When we arrived we realised that everyone was in a flurry preparing for a parade. There were people handing flags out and cars pulled up and set out chairs of all sizes, shapes and disrepair. It was the "Thank you to the veterans" parade. There were cowboys with broad hats and bowlegged stances, sports cars, jeeps, hummers, horses, helicopters, hippies smoking dope and excited children waving flags. it certainly brought the whole town together. I must admit though I was overtaken by a wave of sadness to think that it all continues and that so many people are still suffering and dying...........it was time to move on.
And we did .............to Bishops Castle mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
And we did .............to Bishops Castle mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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