Our Big Fat Greek….Festival Experience!

The saying, ‘when in Rome, do as
Romans do’, but what do you do in a small Nebraska town who celebrates their
Greek Heritage?  Of course, do as Greeks
do!  CELEBRATE with a festival!!  

We heard fellow RV’ers chatting
about going one evening, so what’s a couple of spontaneous RV travelers to do when they’ve not
planned anything for dinner?
   When we were parked in Scotts Bluff for our ten-day stay, we checked out
the local to-do’s and noticed fliers for a Greek Festival in the town of
Bridgeport, Nebraska. 

We drove “Captain America” (our RAM Dually) this time; Route
92 and passed Chimney Rock and the Pony Express historic marker headed east to
Bridgeport, Nebraska (got some great photos of that for a later blog entry).  It was the Bayard Assumption Greek Orthodox Church fundraiser; sharing their religious heritage with food and entertainment held in their
local Prarie Winds  Community Center.  We walked in being
met with smiles, handshakes and welcomes as we were directed into the gymnasium
where the festival fundraiser was being held. 

There were numerous rows of banquet tables and ‘stations’ of where you
buy tickets and then turn in an allotted number of tickets to sample different
Greek Foods…and beer….GREEK beer, which we tried one each and they were pretty
good with a higher alcohol content (those Greeks do it right the first time,
don’t they?).  We first bought $20 worth
of tickets; tickets being in $1 stubs. 
Our beers cost us 4 tickets each, leaving us only 6 tickets each to buy
our food which really wasn’t enough to enjoy a little of everything Greek. 

We each bought nice sized Greek
salads, fried calamari, and this tomato-y pasta dish.  We later bought Baklava Sundaes to finish off
the evening.  They had scheduled for 7:00
pm an evening of Greek Heritage dance presentations however, sadly we couldn’t stick
around for it because my back was giving me issues.

Before we left however, I just ‘had
to’ go to the dessert table to use the rest of our tickets to get some desserts
to go.
  I got into a couple conversations
with a few of the locals; all were enthused and very interested in hearing our
story (they obviously knew we were ‘not from around there’).
  We gave them a few of our travel cards so they
can keep track of us on our Facebook page and blog.

This group of very friendly folks were excited to pose for a photo for our blog.  Though we were preparing to leave, we found ourselves leaving an hour later because we got so enthralled in yet, another conversation with more of the locals.  One couple, Dave and Karin, snagged us after overhearing our adventures as RV’ers and chatted with us.  We ‘clicked’ thus asking them over for dinner a couple days later at our RV site.  We are so glad we did.  We are now, hopefully, lifelong friends, even if its through our internet travels.

So our moral to this blog story
is our travels and adventures aren’t only for seeing and doing the ‘attractions’, it’s about
meeting the wonderful people from all over our great Country and hearing their
stories.  We are equally excited to learn
about them, their walks of life, hopes and dreams.  It is because of them that makes us remember them and want to return…and look forward to great folks in the next town. 

Fort Robinson State Park – Crawford, Nebraska

Nebraska’s Fort Robinson State Park is a former U.S. Army fort. It’s spread on a 22,000-acre public recreation and historic preservation area located just a couple miles west of Crawford on U.S. Route 20 in the Pine Ridge region of northwest Nebraska. Fort Robinson holds much history that you’ll just have to read about here.

The Air Up There! Golden, Frisco and Breckenridge. Colorado

This past September, we had so much we wanted to do and see in Colorado.  Its one of our favorite states.  We stayed at the Jefferson County Fairgrounds Campground in Golden, Colorado.  Due to our size, finding a campground able to fit us was a bit of a challenge as well as time of year. Colorado is notorious for their campgrounds being unable to accomodate big rigs like ourselves.  Staying only five days, it was enough for us as a home base; we only were there to sleep and get some cuddle time with our fuzzy crewmembers.



While we were in Golden, we met up with another RV’ing couple, Brittany and Eric from RV Wanderlust.  We met at Woody’s Wood Fired Pizza in Golden where the pizza was good and the company was even better!  Short story, Eric and Brittany began their RV journey about nine months ahead of us.  We started following them on Facebook and through coincidence, found that Eric too, had served in the Coast Guard and Brittany is quite creative.  So, it seemed only natural that our friendship would flourish. We will eventually meet with them again further down the road (and we DID….keep reading!) in Pueblo…and in Texas this winter.



After an evening of great pizza and RV’er comraderie, the following morning, we took advantage of the beautiful weather taking a day trip to the cities of Frisco and Breckenridge.  In Frisco, we enjoyed walking through the small shops and the Frisco Historic Park and Museum.  We self-toured these neat little historic buildings that replicated life when Frisco was a mining town a century ago.  Each had artifacts dating back to that era.




We had amazing homemade sammiches and soup at the Butterhorn Bakery and Cafe’ before trekking off to Breckenridge.  It was hard not to spend a whole day there but we were pressed for time to move on to Breckenridge.



We plan to return to Frisco another time because we really enjoyed this cool, busy little city.  One thing to note, as you see, we were wearing long sleeves.  Though down in Golden it was nearing 85 degrees, up in Frisco and Breckenridge, it was in the cool 40’s and 50’s.  We’re not fans of the cold.

We were really looking forward to seeing Breckenridge.  Eric and Brittany from RV Wanderlust raved about it at dinner the night prior about these magnificent Colorado Alpine Slides going down the mountain at the ski resort.

We parked in the Gondola parking lot and road them up the mountain; about a 30 minute ride.  The views were awesome the further up we went; oftentimes seeing snow below us.  We also experienced a little altitude again.  We must have been 10,000 feet up.


The nice thing though was the ski gondola ride up and down the mountain was free.  We had our own gondola to ourselves so we goofed off inside until we got to the top.  Since Dan is not a fan of open-style ski lifts, the gondolas were just my ticket to mess with him.



Once we got up to the summit, we were issued our alpine racer sleds.  We raced each other down the 2500 foot mountain.  We don’t have photos of ‘us’ actually going down the alpine slides because we were having too much fun racing each other.  We did take these photos of others riding the alpine slide from our gondola.

But it was so worth it!  Psssssst!!  Lisa beat Dan down to the bottom! BIG TIME!!

For the rest of the afternoon, we walked part of the town until sunset when we headed back to the RV park in Golden.  What a great day of shopping, taking in the breathtaking (literal sense) views, lunch, racing and just being free!!

Fort Robinson State Park Campground – NEBRASKA (Crawford)

Campground/RV Park:  Fort Robinson State Park Campground-NEBRASKA
Location:  Fort Robinson (Crawford), NE
Date(s) Stayed: 8/2/15- 8/6/15
Length of Stay: 4 days
Site #: #57
Cost per night (with
taxes): $24/night
Discount Used: None
Connections:  Electric
Stars: 2.5
Phone: 308-665-2900
We stayed at Fort Robinson State Park to take in the local historic and
geological attractions.  Fort Robinson is located on Route 20 near the town of Crawford, Nebraska.

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Tomahawk RV Park – NEBRASKA (Broken Bow)


Campground/RV Park:  Tomahawk RV Park – NEBRASKA
Location:  Broken Bow, NE
Date(s) Stayed: 7/28/14 – 8/2/15
Length of Stay:
 5 days
Site #: #13
Cost per night (with
taxes): $20/night (tents are less)
Discount Used: None
Connections:  FHU
Stars: 3.5
Tomahawk RV Park is a city/town managed RV Park is centrally located
within the town of Broken Bow, Nebraska
Broken Bow is located on the railroad and considered a farming/ranching
town.  The park has all the amenities one
could ask for; level gravel sites, easily in-easy out, children’s playground,
bath house, and within walking distance to the town square.  We gave this park a 3.5 due to
non-availability of a laundry facility (we had to go into town), no campfires
or grills provided at each site and the close approximity to the railroad
crossing.  However, recently within the
past couple years, Broken Bow has ‘quiet crossings’ (no whistle blows) except
for when signaled of impairment on the tracks. 
The sites also are close together but that didn’t bother us because we
were always out learning about the area. 
The park has a wonderful picnic pavilion with lots of picnic tables and
charcoal grills and lighting for evening dinners or picnics. The park was clean
and staff was minimal.  We called ahead
of time to insure availability which they seem to always have.  Their sites vary in size and is recommended
that you only use a site that coincides to your rig size; in other words, don’t
use the big rig sites if you have a small setup.
The town/city of Broken Bow is located on Route 2 in the heartland of farming
and ranching.  It is about an hour drive
to  Fort Hartstuff; a post Civil War
Cavalry Historic Park and a short drive to begin the Sand Hills Journey to
points west.  There are small businesses
and café’s however, there is no Walmart in the town.  There are two or three small grocery stores
that will meet your needs (they sell beer and wine in them!).  Since we ride motorcycles, it’s a nice town
to camp overnight if needed in a tent.
All in all, Tomahawk RV Park met our expectations and we will be back. We
stayed in a 5th Wheel Toyhauler.

Going Back to My Old Kentucky Home


Our week of the 10th Annual Heartland RV Owners Rally in Goshen, Indiana was nothing but a rainy washout. However, we left with new friendships and learned a lot about our 5th wheel and RVing in general. After which, we drove south to our Old Kentucky Home near Louisville, Kentucky, where we used to be homeowners before inception of our adventure.

A Ride up to Cripple Creek – Colorado

RV life just keeps us so so busy.  Who would have known that what was supposed to be a ‘relaxing’ life turned into a whirlwind of to-do’s, places to go, people to see, etc.  We are NOT complaining but geesh, there’s just only so many hours in a day, days in a week and weeks in a month…so on.

The cool thing about this lifestyle is we always make note of where we want to return.  Colorado is one of our favorites.  Such a diverse state, it just has so much cool and interesting things to see and do. So, here we are doing another blog entry for ‘Colorful Colorado’.

In 2015, we were parked in Colorado Springs at the Air Force Academy Peregrine Pines Campground.  We split our time between Denver, the Springs and Pueblo.

After only a few days of anchoring down at Peregrine Pines, Captain Dan had to fly home to Pennsylvania to attend a funeral and take care of family matters.  As much as I wanted to go, because of our lifestyle of unfamiliarities, I had to stay behind to take care of Liberty and our fuzzy crewmembers as well as help our son’s fiance get some much needed things done around their house before he came home from deployment.  Taking a break and since the weather was beautiful, I took a couple much needed wind therapy day trips on my Harley.

One of the days, I mapped out a route up to Cripple Creek; a former mining and now casino town.  We’d been there before and remembered what a beautiful ride it had been, so this was a no-brainer to ride up there again.

Starting at the USAF Academy, I rode I-25 South to Route 24 West through Manitou Springs, Cascade, Woodland Park to Divide.  The ride was a bit unnerving on I-25 and entering onto Route 24 but once I got through Manitou Springs, traffic thinned out and my ride began to take me through the twists and turns through huge red rock formations. Once I got past Woodlawn Park, I took a left onto Route 67 to Divide; filled my gas tank and proceeded onto Route 61 to Cripple Creek.  This part of the ride was most enjoyable because it was winding through the mountains past a couple old abandoned mines.

I stopped to stretch my legs at a pull-off to walk to this one however, it was closed to the public.  I noticed there were quite a few cars stopped as well; from what I gathered, there was some excellent hiking up the mountain.  Route 61 was a bit challenging.  It had breathtaking views but don’t get to mesmerized or you’ll end up going off the mountain.  Ack!  No guard rails.  Being a skilled rider, I just took my time; enjoying the scenery.


I stopped at this scenic overlook and learned a little about the Gold Belt Tour; a historic, narrow-gauge railroad bed, an old stage road, and county roads.  Designated a BLM back country byway, the route itself is often breathtaking, as are the views of Pikes Peak and other mountain scenery.  The byway retraces the historic travel routes connecting Cripple Creek and the Victor Mining District, site of the world’s largest Gold Rush.  You have to be on your game riding this road because depending on season, there could be quite a bit of fallen small rock, sand and dirt washed down onto the roadway which cold make for a challenging ride; especially through the twisties with no guard rails.  My only wish was that motorists in automobiles and pickup trucks would have stayed away from my tail.  Everyone seemed to be in a hurry coming and going.

Once I got to Cripple Creek, its never difficult to find a parking spot; especially for a motorcycle.  You just have to pay attention not to park on a hill; afterall, the town was built on a mountain.

I didn’t really have anything planned to do or see.  This one was just about the ride.  However, I did take a little time to grab some lunch at one of the casinos and walk around.  This time though, I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see the donkey’s in the streets; something Cripple Creek is noted for.


In one of the little shops, I picked up a little travel journal for RV Wanderlust friends…darn, I didn’t get a picture, but it was a small pocket notebook with the word ‘Wanderlust’ and a roadmap.  Just couldn’t resist buying it for our RV friends.

I was mesmerized by the old style buildings, sign graphics, window shopping and browsing in some shops.  It was ‘old meets new’.







It was a great day…beautiful 75 degrees up at Cripple Creek.  Though I love riding with Captain Dan, sometimes a solo ‘knees to the breeze’ ride is just what a girl needs while her land yacht sailor is away.

So, if you’re into a cool ride through some beautiful scenery with a few twisties, wildlife spottings, a little history lesson or even to throw a few quarters in some slots, a trek up to Cripple Creek is just the ticket, no matter what you ride or drive.