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Published: April 14th 2011
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We are now officially American. In order to break up our drive from Texas to Colorado Springs, we “camped” in Trinidad, Colorado. But here's the thing, we didn't just camp, we Walmart camped! We had heard of this true blue kind of camping online, and felt we wouldn't be true Americans if we road-trip across America without doing this. Arriving in Trinidad right before sundown, we located the local Walmart, found the row of Rvs parked on the far side of the parking lot and pulled our van inbetween. It felt like we were pioneers, traversing a new-found land, and circling up our wagons for protection through the night...in some strange, modern sort of way. So after perusing the aisles of Walmartville, Dad treated the kids to a real American dinner—Chef Boyardee. Mmm. After our dinner from a can, we settled in for a night under the stars, I mean, the glowing Walmart sign. Good-night!
Next morning we headed to “down-town” Trinidad where the kids played on a playground in front of a breathtaking mountain view. Dad parked by McDonald's in order to get on the internet. Not only is he a great driver (much more on that to come),
but he is also a great trip planner! Each chance he gets to sign on, he's sending and receiving emails, updating our blog, researching our surroundings, and confirming our next steps. We also stopped in at the Trinidad welcome center, where we picked up a booklet on the “Trail of Legends,” a highway that loops off the highway between Trinidad and Colorado Springs and highlights scenic and historic spots. That was a fun experience, visiting old mining towns, seeing upturned rock walls, and picnicking by and throwing rocks into a mountain lake, reading about local history and legends.
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ProfJones
Bob Jones
Nearing Peublo, CO
Wow, the Great Sand Dunes are just west of Peublo -- and I think that is where my dad took us when Betty Kay was about 2 years old. We drove to visit his brother in Denver.