This is the first view we had of the mountains coming into a Denver neighborhood. They just loom over the town; at first you wonder if they are low-lying clouds.
We had started out the day having breakfast with them at their favorite, The Original House of Pancakes. We laughed when they told us the name because we have The Original House of Pancakes in Portland. Come to find out, their daughter-in-law has one in Winnipeg, and our brother has one in Maryland. So we thought they were all fakes.
When we got to the restaurant I found it suspiciously reminiscent of ours in Portland, the cozy knotty pine and dishes on the plate rail. Sure enough, the menu tied the two together as having the same origin. They are famous for their Dutch Babies, which I couldn’t resist (Oh, with lemon and powdered sugar they are heavenly!):
Ron and Gretchen had Strawberry Crepes:
Then we went up to the mountains for the afternoon, but we had to come back for a birthday celebration in town with my niece, their daughter, who has the very same birthday as I do!
Life is good! So thankful for this short but full time with my sister and her family and Dad. We only were with them from Thursday afternoon to Friday night but every moment was full of good things and being together. Sweet!