Posts Tagged ‘colorado’

ghost

For years, I’ve only had one supposed ghost story to tell, about the time we kids were in the garage holding a séance and the candle we used went out, like a drop of liquid had dropped onto the wick from above.  I’d had my eyes open at the time, so if I hadn’t seen it happen, I would have suspected my brother was pulling a prank.

Ever since, I’ve listened to other folks tell their stories and watched the ghost shows on TV.  And, I’ve never actually SEEN a ghost in person.  Still haven’t.  But something out of the ordinary happened during my recent vacation, which has me wondering whether I was MAYBE visited by a ghost.

I had some time to kill when I was in Colorado, so I drove to Cripple Creek to see if I could find the graves of my stepmom, her dad and brother and pay my respects.  I’d never been to the cemetery before, so I walked around for about an hour and a half.  I hadn’t found their graves by the time I had to leave, so I hopped in my car and drove back to Colorado Springs.  When I reached my hotel, I began entering the information I needed to go visit a cousin for dinner.  I’d paused at a screen, reading the address.  Then the GPS beeped three times, backing up a screen each time as if someone were pressing the back button on the display.  I watched it happen, and didn’t SEE anything poking the screen.  I figured it was some sort of malfunction and went back to entering the information.

The next day, I was driving across Wyoming and had to make a pit stop at one of the rest areas.  When I entered the bathroom, there was a guy washing his hands.  He left.  While I was standing at the urinal, the sink’s faucet turned on and off three times, as if someone had passed their hand in front of the motion detector.  There was no-one standing at the sink.  When I went to the sink, I tried figuring out why the faucet would turn on by itself, but the only way I could get the water to flow was by passing my hand in front of the detector.

I thought about the previous day’s GPS behavior, and began wondering whether some spirit from the cemetery had latched onto me and was trying to get me to notice.  And I wondered why the two things happened three times each.  What could THREE mean?  I wondered whether it might have something to do with the three graves I’d been looking for.  Anyway, nothing has happened since, so IF someone had taken a ride with me for two days, they must have decided to spook someone else.

So — now I have a better, I think, possible ghost story than the only one I’ve had since I was a kid.

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Springtime 2015

I guess I’ve been in a funk or something, but I’ve had little desire this year to write about what I’ve been up to.  Like in years past, I’m losing the details of my life for lack of keeping a journal.  With one exception — I have Facebook, so even if I’m not writing much, Facebook is recording the places where I’ve eaten, short snippets about my activities and the photos I’ve been taking when I’m out and about.  Today I’ve been doing a little maintenance on this blog, taking passwords from most of my entries, so I decided I should write something….

First of all — for the first time this year, I’m working in town instead of traveling.  Most of the year I’ve been moving around the southern part of the country, in Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas and Florida.  But I have been to Utah, Colorado, Wyoming, DC, New York and Vermont.

At the end of February, I was working in Las Vegas, so at the end of my trip, decided to take a vacation and stay there.  Five days later I was driving to Arizona for another workweek.

Last month I took another vacation, driving from my home to Washington State and back.  LONG trip, but enjoyable.  There are a couple of things from that trip worth writing about.

I cut my hair and shaved when the weather turned warm, as you can see in the picture.  My hair is getting long again, but I’m still clean-shaven.  Thinking about getting one more haircut before fall, when I’ll start going all Grizzly Adams again.

The power switch on my GPS unit stopped working, so I bought another.  Can’t neglect one of my most-important tools for improving my life!

Finally got around to replacing my car’s windshield, which had been cracked by a rock, only to get hit by another rock on my most recent vacation.  Need to get that taken care of before the chip turns into another big crack.  Anyone who’s seen my car might have noticed I keep little bumper stickers/decals on my rear passenger wing windows to help me find my car in a crowded lot.  My “Life Is Good” stickers became faded, so I replaced them with the Futurama Hypno-Toad and a souvenir sticker from the Ben & Jerry’s factory.

Finally went out to dinner with someone for the first time since being divorced.  Had fun!

Visited with family and friends in Colorado and Washington during vacation.  Had fun!

Sightseeing stops this spring have included Boulder Dam, Picacho Peak, President Eisenhower’s Library, Fort Hays, Cripple Creek, Devil’s Slide, Snake River Canyon, Little Bighorn, Deadwood, Wall Drug, Lake Champlain and the Ben & Jerry’s factory.  Had fun!

Capitol Ave

Capitol Avenue View from the Railroad Depot

Last week, I spent most of my time working in Cheyenne Wyoming.

I flew into Denver the morning after torrential rains fell on the area.  Denver and some cities north were under flash flood warnings.  I drove on some streets with a little standing water, but made it to the little town of Wheatland, Wyoming for my first job.  It rained the whole way.  The next morning at breakfast, I heard the Big Thompson River had overrun !-25 and the interstate was closed south of Cheyenne.  Good thing I’d made it north of Cheyenne.  The drive to Cheyenne was uneventful, though it rained the whole time.  Just to let you know, I spent five days in Cheyenne, and it rained until the fifth day, when the sun finally came out.  While I was there, the flooding in Colorado had closed three highways leading back to Denver and flash flood warnings eventually were declared for areas around Cheyenne.

The reason I called this blog entry The Two Cheyennes is because of the differences in character between the southwestern (including downtown) and the northeastern sides.  Southwest Cheyenne was the historical part, with old houses, old motels and hotels and local restaurants giving the area character.  Northeast Cheyenne was like anywhere else in the country — big box stores and chain restaurants.  When I wanted a place to stay or eat, I kept to the southwest side.  When I needed to stock up on pop (Walmart) or mail a package (Office Depot), I went to the northeast side.

I had some free time on Sunday, so I did some sightseeing, ending up at Capitol Avenue, having the city’s historic railroad depot on one end and the state capitol on the other.  While I was downtown, I came across the Capitol Grille, in the Plains Hotel, which was a block away from the train depot.  The Capitol Grille served the best food I’d eaten while in Cheyenne (and I’d had some good food).  I walked into the hotel lobby and talked with the desk clerk.  I learned a little about the history of the hotel and more importantly, the room rates were about $40 cheaper than at the Holiday Inn Express where I’d been staying.  Well, when my work in Cheyenne was extended another day, I decided to spend the night at the Plains Hotel and had dinner again at the Capitol Grille.  After dinner, I stepped outside for a short walk, which ended up across the street at an old movie palace.  I decided to see The Lone Ranger and find out if it really was as bad as the critics said.  I thought the movie was better than they let on….  So, next time I find myself in Cheyenne, I know where I’ll be staying at and eating, right from the start.

The last day of my trip, I drove east into Nebraska, then south into northwest Kansas.  By then, there were flood warnings for cities along the South Platte River in Nebraska.  The river flows through Denver and northwest to Nebraska, catching all the water dumped on Colorado that week.  When I crossed the river, Highway Patrol and bridge engineers were inspecting the bridge, making sure it was still safe.  The river was flowing just a couple of feet below the pavement.  I’m glad I got across, because it afforded me the way to get back to Denver.  After finishing work in Kansas, I was able to drive back to Denver without crossing high water or using damaged roads.  I got lucky.