Birthday at the Prison

By the time Ma woke up she was a whole year older. Gallant Pa reassured her, though: ‘You look like a 35 year old’, he said. Adding, ‘though not a great one...’

The birthday was celebrated with lovely fambly messages, then a modest breakfast naturally.



This was the final day of road trip 1, and it was to go from Lander back to Fort Collins, via Laramie State Penitentiary Prison. Well, what birthday is complete without a prison visit?

OK, this wasn’t just any prison, it wasn’t even an M&S prison, it was the historical site that once housed the infamous Butch Cassidy and has been completely restored as a fascinating museum. Active from the 1870s to early 1900s it took in all manner of outlaws, horse rustlers, bank and stage coach robbers and murderers.






All too soon we were back home in Fort Collins after 1666 miles of a trip through some of the most spectacular landscapes we’ve seen. And we’ve seen Orgiva.

One last hurrah was a drive in Joe’s vintage Mustang to a birthday dinner at the local Italian. The waiter insisted on calling Ma ‘hey, Birthday Girl’ all evening and even gave her a free dessert. Now one year older and 20 kilos heavier, this has been a memorable day indeed.




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