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I don't think I am ever coming home....

Fact: When playing blackjack in Cripple Creek Colorado, you will loose.  However, it was the perfect place for me to get the courage to actually play a table game.  I think the dealer too much enjoyed taking my money. 

Train ride through Cripple Creek





Check out the love shack in the background.  Actually, Cripple Creek is an old mine town where over millions of dollars in Gold had been mined in the late 1800's.  It was neat seeing all of the old buildings and mine shafts.  

Where is this light hair coming from?
Enjoying bath time at the hotel.
We spent a few days camping with my parents and then checked into a hotel for the remainder of our trip.  Because Ian works security at a particular hotel, we get amazing discounts at many many hotels.  We booked a few nights at a hotel, not really expecting much.  But WOW, we were blown away.  We are basically in an apartment.  Full kitchen and living room.  Let me tell you, the dishwasher is super nice.  No more hand washing bottles all the time.  King bed in its own suite.  Complementary dinner with free wine and beer.  Complementary hot breakfast with anything you could want for breakfast (no mimosa though...boo).  they even provide Neutrogena soaps and such.  And to think, I was only excited to have someone else make the bed for me.  I don't think I am ever coming home....

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