I remember reading once a long time ago, a good little essay in the Travel section of the New York Times. It was about the joys of a second visit. So much is new and exciting when you travel, but sometimes it’s good to go back to a place you’ve been before. A place you never expected to return to. That’s what we did for Saturday lunch.
Last August, Bob and Jarrett and I had lucked onto a great little Mexican restaurant called Mi Casita in Green River, Wyoming, and today Bob says Let’s have lunch at that great little Mexican place in Green River. Yes. It feels like home. I even have the same thing, Chile Colorado, because I remember it was so good. I’m not disappointed. It’s spicy and tasty, and it’s the same waitress we had last year.
We all get Mexican-style popsicles out of the freezer case near the register for dessert, and soon we are headed for the western edge of town. Bob and I know how stunning the roadside geography is right here, and Glenn immediately understands. He suggests we make a video blog entry here. So we do.