Winter Settling Moon
Our first night with all of our belongings here. The mattress! How I longed for it when it wasn’t here.
We went out for dinner tonight, looking for something fun. Driving down Black Mountain Drive, Hwy. 78, toward Brook Forest Inn, we went curving past the eastern boundary of the Arapaho National Forest, always down hill from our spot near the summit of Shadow Mountain. The Brook Forest Inn has peculiar hours and was dark when we finally got there.
78 connects with 73 just outside of Evergreen so we kept going, turned left on 73 and went into this little mountain town, a tourist spot at various seasons though it was fairly empty tonight.
Not knowing the restaurants we found the Little Bear, a biker cum blues cum country bar. The tables have initials carved in deep. The walls have dollar bills with quaint sayings, names and dates. My favorite, though somewhat familiar: In Defense of Alcohol I’ve done some pretty stupid things sober, too.
The waitress, whose t-shirt read ‘Did I Have Fun Last Night’, asked us if we were there for the special. Ummm. No. Bison tenderloin kebabs with mashed potatoes, salad and thick doughy bread. It was delicious. Enough for 2 with boxes to take home.
This place has had John Lee Hooker, the Greg Allman Band, Johnny Winters and many others. A good find and a good place to celebrate our new home.
It has, according to its propaganda “…the reputation of being Colorado’s rowdiest mountain bar. Skiers and tourists mingle with colorful locals during their respective seasons in what the Denver Post has described as “popular pandemonium.””
