A
late start. A short day. Another state.
Cortez.
Southwestern Colorado for the night.
This
used to be a KOA. Fifteen or twenty years ago we stayed here so often, we
would be greeted like family when we drove in. Mom, Dad, and two sons
running the place. We’d announce “It’s good to be home.”
That
was then. The family we enjoyed so much sold it and moved on. It’s
no longer a KOA. It’s no longer tip-top. It’s still in a beautiful
setting though.
