We embarked on our journey home to Arizona exactly a week ago, and as always, we made our first stop at the Colorado Cherry Company, which is in the mountains along the highway between Estes Park and Boulder. Ginger could tell you how many times we have stopped there.
We always get the chicken pot pie, which comes in a dish with red checked paper. We eat in the dining room and look out the big windows to the trees and the highway nearby. Then we go into the neighboring room where we pick out a selection of bottles of cherry juice which we will carry back home with us, both for ourselves and for people we know.
It is all part of the wonderful traditions that one must make, if one is to go to Estes Park, and return there. These are the things that make life wonderful, and make one feel connected to the joyous things of the past.
A few days after we got back home, Ginger attended a bridal shower for the girl who works for her, helping her with her medical practice. As part of her gifts, she brought a bottle of the cherry juice we brought home with us.
She said it very much puzzled the other women at the shower. What is it for? Cooking? No, you just drink it. Is it alcoholic? No. But why?
Because it's awesome, that's why. In fact cherry juice, at least the kind we purchase on the road from Estes Park to Boulder on our way home, is the best tasting thing in the world.
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