Since our last trip to Cortez we’ve been wondering if it was really that great? And was Phil’s World really that much fun? Maybe it was just that our stop before Cortez was so disappointing, that anything was going to feel great. As time goes by the tales grow taller and the memories fonder. You are almost afraid to go back for fear of it not living up to the pedestal you’ve place it upon.
Those were silly thoughts! If anything, Phil’s World was even better than I remembered. We wish we could magically transport all of our mountain bike friends so we could share the joy together. The group would be so high, and not from legal marijuana, but from feeding off each other’s endorphins, laughs, beers, and camaraderie.
This was originally going to be a four-night stop, but after one day we added three more to make it a lucky seven. The KOA Cortez is an extremely well ran business. It’s not often any operation impresses us. They are very detail oriented. And do all the little things correct, like remembering names. It’s a pleasure to give them our money, coming from me there’s no higher praise.
Last year was not a fluke.
One last observation, either we ran into a lot of people behind the times, or god forbid, fanny packs are coming back.
Okay, the Cortez blog was all done, I was going to review it once more and then post it. The next thing you know a crazy wind came busting through the campground. We had a bunch of laundry on hangars hanging on the awning. I’m yelling at Amelia, she’s half dressed, (not just out of the shower, but recently out of the shower) with all my might I’m holding on to the awning. She comes out to help and then all hell breaks loose. CRASH, the rear kitchen window shatters into a million pieces.
Monday morning we will make a few phone calls, but the remainder of the trip is up in the air.