More Red Feather Memories

We use to drive up to the mountains in a 1964 Chevrolet Corvair.  It was a fun car and I would see a lot of the world from its back seat.  I remember the drive pretty well and it was a rich visual feast.  I could see and check things off as we drove north through Denver on I-25.   It was a voyage of buses, trains, nature, animals, motorcycles, i.e. all the things little boys love.  We would usually stop at Johnson's Corner for gas and fuel for our souls/stomachs.