I'm taking I-70 all the way to Denver. Starting tomorrow, I am staying a few days at Heaton Bay Campground near Frisco and then going through the Eisenhower Tunnel, so I won't be anywhere near Rocky Mountain National park. I'm then going to stay a few days in a SP near Denver so I can visit with my nephew and his partner.
I have to tell you a french toast story. When I was in Scotland three years ago, I stayed in a lovely newly-built B&B in the country in the island of Islay, which is one of the Lower Hebrides and close to Ireland. It is also where my 3rd great grandmother was born. My room had windows on two sides so I could see a cattle farm on one side and then the large bay and sheep from the other window. Full Scottish breakfast was included. There were four rooms upstairs with en-suite bathrooms, and it was run by a woman who lived in the downstairs apartment.
So, the first night, I ordered scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, and Scottish bacon. Unfortunately, the scrambled eggs were runny and looked like they had water or something added to them. Basically, they were awful, so the second morning, I ordered french toast from the menu. The lady kind of made a face when i ordered it, but did not say anything. When I received the "french toast" it turned out to be one slice of bread that was dipped in egg, cut in half, and then deep-fried in oil. Unfortunately, when I tasted it, I could tell it had been deep-fried in the same oil that they had cooked a lot of fish! Visualize facing two small pieces of overly deep-fried bread that tasted like fish early in the morning! Even the maple syrup did not cover up the fish taste!! Obviously, in a private B&B, you do not send food back, so I just ate the rest of the breakfast.
Anyway, the next morning and for several other mornings in B&Bs, it took me a while to decide what to order, so I ended up ordering poached eggs, figuring the cooks could not mess these up!! So that was my breakfast for quite a few days in the UK.
Sorry, if I have ruined your thoughts about french toast, but I can't help but think of that breakfast in Scotland whenever I think of french toast!