Denise and Rick Cunningham

Like many boomers we're planning the "next chapter". We live a fairly chaotic life in Georgetown in Washington DC. I'm a former fashion executive and journalist. Rick's an engineer and computer scientist. We're about ready for a little change of pace. Travel... perhaps moving to warmer climes ...and definitely savoring more moments. We never set out to buy an RV...matter of fact, we had never even been in one and I definitely don't camp. But, now, with more time and a growing aversion to the insults of air travel, we bought a 40' motor coach. Our grandson, Ian, named it Gigantor. We call it Tor for short.

We're seeing things you just can't from the air and finding that we've so much to discover on this continent. In the past two years, we've taken three marvelous six-week trips. This time, we're "chasing the sun for as long as it fun". We left on October 5, 2009. We'll see how long we last!

We're searching for great places to stay, sights worth seeing, golf courses worth playing, great restaurants, shopping, farmer's markets. We're on the road in search of the high road.


Thursday, August 2, 2007

Finally the High Road?

Hopefully the High Road starts here. We stop at Castle Rock outside Boulder to play golf. I had the good fortune of making reservations on the phone at the RV Park with a man named Ian. He offers to make a tee time for us and calls back to confirm our reservation and golf plans. What we didn’t know castlerock golfuntil we arrived is that Ian Steyne happened to be a very elegant, extremely successful businessman who, through an odd series of circumstances, found himself the owner of an RV Park. He settles us in a site with a view of the mountains and takes us to Bear Dance Golf course making sure he introduces us to the developer and others who can make sure we have a terrific time. We have a lovely lunch on the terrace and head to the range.

Always wanted to play in the altitude. Didn’t seem to make as much distance difference as I had thought. It’s a beautiful, well-maintained course nestled in the mountains. Darkness and Rick’s wracked up knee send us in after 14 holes. After the traditional gin and tonic on the terrace, our new, best friend, Ian, picks us up to go back to Tor.

Ian takes Rick to a local businessman’s breakfast at 6 the next morning. The speaker is the preacher that has logged 37,000 miles on foot dragging an 8 foot cross! Very interesting, I’m told. Ian has huge plans for his RV park and surrounding acreage. He’s coming to DC in October…planning on having dinner. We look forward to a continuing friendship

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