Stanley enjoyed a wonderful Saturday outside. He heard that it was cold and snowy in some places in The South, but in Colorado, temps were in the 50s. He couldn’t believe there could be snow on the ground and he could be outside without a coat. It was great.
First he stopped to see the buffalo at Lookout Mountain. Then it was on to a walk through Elk Meadow. It sure was windy there.
He couldn’t believe the row of mailboxes and newspapers at the road near Richard and Charlotte’s. He wasn’t sure he would read the Jackson Sun every day if he had to drive down to the bottom of a mountain to pick it up.
He enjoyed seeing Richard’s treehouse and secretly hoped to be invited back in the summer to sit on the porch of it and enjoy a nice, cold lemonade, or even some of Richard’s homemade ice cream, which he had heard is out of this world. It was beginning to get chilly, so a dip in the hot tub was the perfect way to warm up.
Flat Stanley declared Saturday a success. He was kinda missing Hallie Bramblett, though.