Lunchtime, Cripple Creek. I’ve just avoided hitting about 72 senior citizens standing outside casinos. Trust me, it wasn’t easy. I’ve also inhaled a pack of cigarettes and I don’t smoke. One hundred and twenty-one years later and the vices are still hanging around boom town!
So I stopped for a ham sandwich, which is good as gold to me. A small diner run by a couple from Mansfield (TX). Well, he’s from Ft Worth and she Colorado but their son was born in Mansfield! We Texans are everywhere! Ahhhhh…home.
Up next I descend into the bowels of the earth in search of gold……
It should be a fun and expensive day.