1987 Labor Day weekend. We loaded up the R.V. for a 10 day trip to OURAY COLORADO - GEM OF THE ROCKIES "LITTLE SWITZERLAND OF AMERICA". One of the most beautiful towns in the US of A. Bobby, Tony, Robert, and me. At least once a year Bobby and I would head up to Ouray.
Hot springs, horse back riding, jeep rentals, The Outlaw Restuarant, COWBOYS, quaint shops and with only a population of around 700 surprisingly very Gay friendly.
We left Albuquerque and as always it was Margarita time. Except for Bobby. Bobby loved driving the RV and he knew he would have plenty of time to catch up with us later. In less than 6 hours we would be parked in front of a stream and grilling steaks. And having more Margaritas of course.
As always I would do the cooking. I really like the confined area of an RV kitchen. Everything is just a reach away. Bobby was making another batch of Margaritas while Tony & Robert set up the outside campsite. This was Tony & Robert's first time in Ouray so I put dinner on hold finished up my Margarita and off we went. Exploring this fabulous village.
Back at the camp site for more drinks and food. Bobby caught up quickly. With the Margaritas. The steaks were marinating, the corn was shucked, and the potatoes were already on the grill. Pasta salad chillin' in the frig. We had found heaven on earth. Many more batches of Margaritas were made. Dinner was divine, and the laughter never ending. Very late into the evening Tony decided he had to make a phone call. The nearest phone booth was a quarter mile walk down the road into the village. Tony stumbled his way into town and stumbled back for more drinks. One by one we called it a night. I cleaned up. The campsite and the RV. Late the next morning after coffee we decided to walk to The Outlaw for breakfast. I reached down below into the cabinet below the sink and it was gone. The Kitty was gone.
When ever Bobby and I would take friends out in the RV we would all toss in $100 each for gas, food, drinks, whatever. Into the kitty. I've never liked dividing up a check or deciding whose turn it is to pay for gas dinner drinks whatever.
I liked the Kitty. But it was gone. We looked everywhere. Didn't take long to realize that it was not in the RV. I knew it wasn't outside because I had straightened up the campsite the night before. Tony had to of taken it with him into town when he made the phone call. We locked up the RV and headed for town-to the phone booth. As we approached we could see it. There on the ground was the Kitty. Tony ran for it. Opened it and it was empty. Except for change. Enough to make another phone call. And I did. I called my good buddy Mike and had him wire me $500. After the trouble he had caused with the Pot in the Greenhouse this was the least he could do! Breakfast at The Outlaw was fabulous and so were the next nine days.
I still can't believe we made it off the top of Black Bear Pass during a freak Blizzard in a jeep with a flat tire and the Kitty.