Bed & Breakfast in Estes Park

I took a horse and wagoon ride through historic Estes Park. This little guy rides along with the owner, Don.

The wagon is pulled by two Clydesdale horses, Nick and Bud. This is the view from up high as we head down Elk Horn Avenue in Estes Park, Colorado.

The tour is complete with a historic lesson as you ride through down town. Being surrounded by the Colorado Rocky Mountains and riding high on the wagon seat, my imagination saw the people of yesteryear strolling the sidewalks. I felt as if I was a person in a Currier and Ives lithograph. This is worth adding to your to-do list when planning your trip to Estes Park. I have a link on the home page for Tendergrass Carriage. They are a top notch operation!

Eric celebrating Kym’s success in making a small pallet of wool. Annually Kym and Susan (see Susan in next picture) bless our home and our lives with their woolly tales and woolly laughter after attended Estes Park’s yearly Wool Market. Have I said WOOL ENOUGH YET? I’m hoping to grab the search engines attention on this one. (where’s Waldo? That’s our Waldo-Maggie sneaking by in the back). Kym and Susan are laughers–we love a good laugh. Thank you Kym, Susan and Cheryl for laughing with us. Susan, Newbie-Cheryl and Kym with items they made at the wool market classes. Three ladies, three teachers, one a teacher of teachers. Our newest guest Cheryl (center) took on an entire mountain with her forehead and lived to tell her tale at breakfast. Thank you Kym for having your first aide equipment on hand. Cheryl is now known as, “she-who-walk-on-rock”. The woven basket resting on the white table was made by Susan. We love ya–see you all next year.

Marie and Tony came to Estes Park from New Jersey to give us a breath of fresh air. Yes, New York has fresh air and they keep it bottled up in their warm hearted citizens. Lovers of the East Coast and its people, Marie and Tony brought laughter and fun to our home and breakfast table. Thank you for the beautiful light catcher — I feel sure you both must have looked high and low to find us this perfect gift– which matches our breakfast area perfectly.

Kettle Crock eggs topped with cheese and pine nuts

Previously I introduced you to Gene and Marilyn who were guests here for a week. They allowed me to experiment on them by willingly giving me feed back, on two separate occasions, on a new dish created in my kitchen. It’s the first full fledged recipe created out of my imagination. Previously I re-created dishes based on tried and true recipes, however, this time I was simply inspired by the cute cast iron kettles I bought and my husband’s love for my cheese enchiladas. See recipe page for pictures and directions.

The miniature roses were a birthday gift from our guests, Gene and Marilyn of New York. Two fun, interesting and gracious guests that were with us for six nights. The pretty pink rose bush has been on my table now for a week receiving morning sunlight on our breakfast table. This antique milk pitcher has held many 3 inch flower pots. I place the pot in a plastic sandwich bag to protect the glass from calcification damage.

Gene and Marilyn from New York.

Gene, Marilyn, Chris and Mike met here for the first time and left as friends. Opening ones mind and heart makes a bed and breakfast stay more than a place to eat and sleep. We are a very social bed and breakfast encouraging conversation between guests. On occasion our schedule doesn’t allow us to spend time with our guests, but over all we’re generally an element of a guest’s time here.

Cute and practical hats and sunglasses are a must here. The UV rays are strong at 7500 feet in elevation which causes damage to skin and eyes. Click this photo for an informative site called Sun Safe Colorado.

Chris…what can I say, she’s fun, expressive and totally in the right profession as a children’s non-fiction book author and writer’s conference coordinator.

Mike, of Mike and Chris are both local Colorado folk.

See why I call her sweet-pea. Maggie will save her steps by peeking around a corner. She was hiding her tennis ball when I called for her to come to breakfast.

I bought this great set of cast Iron kettles. I love to cook with cast Iron. The new pots have inspired a egg dish which I will share with you once I “iron” out the kinks. Excuse the poor photo I took it while my husband was trying to eat his mystery dinner.

We’ve been very busy here, planting, cleaning (late start to spring cleaning), weddings, and taking care of our dog Maggie. She is making a full recovery from what we believe is, Vestibular disease. I will find a link to include on this post at a later date regarding this disease. Finding out Maggie’s true condition saved Maggie’s life. I’m thankful for the information which came to me via a good friend who was familiar with Maggie’s symptoms.

Again, thank you for all your wonderful emails and posts wishing Maggie and us well.

Bringing home outdoor plants from the nursery to prepare for our first wedding of the new season.

My first thoughts this morning should have been: what I will make for breakfast, and my to-do list for the wedding we’re having tomorrow. Rather, I struggled to remember what it was I felt sad about the night before. It was 5:30 AM and my mind was in an emotional fog and I couldn’t remember why.

Snap dragons do great in Estes Park. I have been planting them around this tree for seven years with success. One or two get pulled up by elk, but they survive and the elk get a sore tummy. I’m convinced planting the same plants in the same spot each year conditions the elk’s eating behavior.

My heart sunk when it came back to me that my little old lady Maggie was laying at the foot of my bed sick. She wont be pawing my bed posts to wake me. I went to her and prayed she was alive. She lifted her head to let me rub under her chin, and stretched out her back legs. It was all normal, she was behaving like she normally did when I beat her to the wake up call.

The tag is for the snap dragons near the rear of the photo. The flowers in the foreground are Verbena. I LOVE this family of flower. I plant them in my window boxes at he top of my porch. Wind, rain, cold temperatures. They are heat tolerant thriving summer and into early fall with full Southern exposure. The flowers last for weeks but when the flower expires dead head them for new growth.

Magg’s head gets tired at times.

I think for a few minutes Maggie too forgot she had lost her ability to jump up at will. Maggie is a sight-hound so making eye contact is Magg’s M.O. Her bright brown eyes turn people’s hearts to soft gel. It was while looking into her eyes that I saw a slight flash. She was fully awake now and she now remembered.

She can eat alone but it’s hard on her neck.

Over the years many of our guests have kissed Maggie’s head, rubbed her ears, sent her Christmas cards and even gifts. She has friends all over the United States and world. Including; Germany, Holland, and Thailand.

We had a guest that was terrified of dogs. She had not touched one since she had been bitten in the face as a little girl. Maggie’s soft knowing eyes opened that lady’s heart up–healing an old wound. Our guest, from Thailand, held Maggie crying when she told us her story and triumph over a fear that paralyzed her at times.

Thank you from Maggie, and Eric and I, for sending your thoughts and well wishes.

Lissa, Eric, Me (Caprissa) and Paul. Maggie is the cute one in the center–getting hands on healing and love this morning, the day after her first seizure.

Here is an account of Tuesday’s events. It’s 8:20 Am, 10 minutes more and my B&B guests will be smiling up at me as I place a fresh bowl of fruit in front of them. The fruit is swimming in vanilla yogurt and granola. Just as I am checking the oven, my guest’s yell from the breakfast room. “Caprissa, Caprissa has your dog had seizures before?” ”

Should I call Eric”, says Lissa. I’m saying, “No he’s serving breakfast at the other B&B.”

It’s a family emergency what would you do? I’ll tell you what I did. I spent 60 seconds, or more minutes, panicking. My kind guest Lissa, held me by the shoulders as I gasped for air, tears streaming down my cheeks. My mind raced, ‘It’s a heart attack…what do I do…how do I stop it’. I scoop Maggie up, lay her on our down-filled 1886 sofa, which she sleeps on when we’re not watching, and ask my guests to hold her still. I search for the phone book, throw it down deciding to drive Maggie straight to the animal emergency hospital. A place I’ve taken her before to get her teeth brushed, rabies shots. Or, the time I called in in advance during a holiday. Maggie’s tooth was knocked out and wouldn’t quit bleeding. The place Maggie hates to visit.

Maggie and Me this morning in the back yard near our kitchen window. The guests were in side eating breakfast enjoying conversation and enjoying Eric’s “to-kill-a-mocking bird” dish.

The place was swamped, phones ringing, technicians zipping in and out. I stood still at the counter staring, patting Maggie. Suddenly: “CAN I PLEASE GET SOME HELP”. It was 15 minutes later when the doc was sending me home with pain pills. Says, “It’s just muscle pain, old age he reassures me”. He showed me her pink gum’s (this is good and proves it wasn’t a heart attack), her weak hind quarters. This proves she’s getting old.

Well, that was Tuesday. Wednesday after spending two hours at a fellow B&B owner’s home snapping photos of his newly decorated haven Eric and I pack Maggie in the car. It’s the final B&B association meeting of the season.

This is when IT happens. Last I’d seen Maggie she was napping in the cool mountain shade.

Now she’s jerking, head whaling around, eyes glazed and darting back and forth in her tiny fuzzy head.

I crawl into the back of our SUV, curl up with my sweet-pea and ask Eric to please hurry to the vet’s office. I wisper to her that I love her, that I’m sorry, that we’ll figure this out. And, the old stand by, it’s okay Maggie it’s going to be okay.

Fast forward…10 minutes. I’m racing into the hospital with Maggie in my arms. My eyes glazed now too, but with tears and panic. The same desk attendent sees me and quickly ques her associate to help me.

I call out load, “It’s a seizure, it’s a seizure, where’s Dr. Fish”?

Racing down the hall, I call out for the doctor. Calling out my warning my voice getting loader. I’m angry, and scared. I no longer feel Maggie’s 37.10 pounds in my arms. She’s stiff. Her legs are whaling around. I felt sure of ONE thing. Doc needed to see poor stiff Maggie. Her eyes glazed and darting. I wanted HIM TO SEE HER and FIX it right this time.

Maggie the afternoon after her grand seizure. Her ball at her side. She now walks with a gait to the left, head turned the same way. The way she use to turn her head when she was trying hard to understand me.

I’m not sure how much time passed but it happened fast. Maggie was being held down aggressivly by the tech that saw her the day before. Dr. Briant, Maggie’s favorite teeth cleaning person, quickly checked Maggie’s vitals. I was barking out orders.

“Dr. Fish I want you to see her” says I. “Did you see how she’s jerking around, can you look at her”? I ask him. He tells me, that Dr. Briant will tend to Maggie. He tells me to please let Dr. Briant check her vitals. I see in his eyes that he’s sorry. Maybe sorry for the mistake, or sorry for Maggie’s condition. Either way I’m no longer upset with him.

Maggie is on the table her head weaving back and forth and up and down. I think she’s lost her sight.

If you know anything on the topic we would love to hear from you. As you can see she is bright eyed and a little confused but otherwise she doesn’t seem to have pain. She still loves to hear her favorite words: ball, walk, supper, and laundry…The last word might be dog code for, “Carpe diem”.

Maggie and Eric a few months ago on the coach. For those of you who have met Maggie you know she’s sweet and full of life.

I’m sorry to say yesterday she had what has now become the first of many seizures that are due to a neurological issue. It’s only been 34 hours so we are holding out hope that she will recover her ability to walk and play again. She has the heart, just not the coordination. If you’ve met us you know how much we love our pal Mags, sweet-pea, bugs, sweet-nose, love-dove…

Eric and Maggie, Ed and myself in Arizona a few months ago.

This is sweet-pea last summer. Maggie is about 14 maybe going on 15 years old and has been healthy and happy until yesterday morning when, just as breakfast was being served to our guest, she had a seizure. It might be encephalitis, it might be due to a brain tumor we don’t know yet. More later. Now we must rest. Please keep her in your thoughts.

This is pretty piece at the memorial art festival here in Estes Park. I didn’t get the name of the artist–I’m sorry to say that.

Clematis come back faithfully each year. Over all they are deer/elk proof…but sometimes the furry beasts forget the rules. I used this old bench for my ladder along with a interesting piece of iron a friend gave me. CLICK this photo for a good Clematis website.

Russian Sage just starting to grow around Ms. Maples. Like my Clematis my Russian Sage come back each year and the come back a little bigger than the year before so be prepared to give them space. My seven year old plants grows about 4×5.  You can see Ms. Maples and her sage in bloom on my seasons page.

Elk have been hanging out here waiting to give birth. A few dads here too.

We’ll stack this pile of wood this week. We have a wedding here this Saturday. If we don’t get it stacked I thought I would spray paint it pink–I think the bride will understand.