I’m glad you asked. Now, my perfect Sunday starts with an early morning breakfast with friends at Country Road Cafe. I would order anything with hollandaise sauce, as no matter what it is, it’s just a vehicle for hollandaise sauce to get in my mouth. Eggs benedict are a likely candidate.
From there, the said friends and myself would load up into the Jeeps with the pooches and head to the gas station. After topping up on fuel and resetting the trip odometer we would head for the trail. Perhaps heading up I-70 West to Highway 40, continuing up and over Berthoud Pass. Just outside of Winter Park, I would find a little dirt road that could offer my friends and I beautiful fall colors and big open views of the Colorado majesty. Not to mention a couple of places to view into the looking glass of history and get just a glimpse of how our country was built.
The company inside my Jeep could keep me laughing and hold meaningful conversation all at the same time. Then the said company in my Jeep would convince themselves that they are looking at a large statue (maybe Mother Cabrini Shrine) despite being too far north, and also looking at something out in the plains (this would become an ongoing investigation).
Once the trail dead-ended ideally there would be a short hike to a tunnel, perhaps the Needle Eye Tunnel. Around the area a bit of exploring and appreciating the beauty and history of Colorado would be in order. A feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction would lead to a leisurely trip back down the trail to Winter Park, in order to imbibe in a green chili based lunch.
Without enough time or energy to hit the longest alpine slide in Colorado, a nice drive up and back over Berthoud Pass back into civilization would be the only proper ending to my perfect Sunday.
It is with great hope that I say, Perfect Sundays are never perfect, I will continue to pursue the gold at the end of the rainbow that is my perfect Sunday.