Sister Vacay - Day 2

At this rate it will be next summer by the time I get all of our sister vacay photos posted. I swear, summer days are at least 5 hours less than other days of the year.

This first one is another one from Day 1 of the Sister Vacay on our visit to the Dillon Cemetery. Can't believe I forgot to do the Woodman of the World grave. Ever since we did the article on them for our Tale of the Tombs, we find at least one in every cemetery we have visited:



On Day 2 of the Sister Vacay we went to Frisco. Their main street is filled with cute little shops and cafe and only a few blocks, which made it perfect for a morning stroll. Of course we had to start our day with our morning lattes. When I did a Google search before our trip of coffee shops in Frisco, Abbey's Coffee came up. There was no picture of the shop but it resonated with me because one of my sister's beagle's name is Abby, but in no way thought they coffee place was named after a puppy, because that would just be too big of a coincidence. Well guess what? IT WAS named for their puppy and by far our FAVORITE coffee spot of the trip, good coffee and great folks. In fact we even had to go back the next day to begin our story boarding of Issue #2 of the Edible Raven (okay, we even stopped there on Day 4 on our way back home). Can't go wrong with lattes and puppies.




After we strolled main street of Frisco, we found a nice cafe where we ordered black bean, pepper and hummus wraps for our picnic at the Breckenridge Cemetery. How excited were we that right inside the gates of the cemetery was a picnic table waiting for us? Very excited.

The Breckenridge Cemetery appears to be much older than the Dillon one we visited the previous day (and still not the one we can remember from vacationing in Colorado as kids). Besides being set amongst the lodge pole pines, it was interesting because there were several fenced in small plots and they didn't necessarily appear to be family plots. They also had one section for just Masons, unfortunately my picture of the fancy entrance way to that section did not turn out. Then at the back of the cemetery they just had several small metal stakes that barely peaked over the tall grasses. We are guessing that these were old pioneer graves who did not have any family in the area or left to identify them or were never identified in the first place. We are also guessing that this was not the original resting place for them but had to be relocated due to flooding in the cemetery. We also were fascinated by all the fire rings in a densely wooded section also at the back of the cemetery. We were guessing it must be quite the happening place after dark...

Another Woodman of the World, you can read about their history on the web page, Tale of the Tombs. I will have to get these additional pictures added to the Woodman collection.

After our cemetery jaunt we went back to our condo and collapsed for the evening. Yes, we are true party animals.