The breakfast here was the usual, but prepared so well, we were so happy! (The biscuits were just like my grandmother’s – so good!!) Rob’s blueberry pancakes were the best we’ve had on this long trip!
The Occidental Hotel next door is one of those really cool places you stumble upon while traveling in the West that have histories half composed of fact, half fiction. Restored to its 19th Century glory, all the greats of the Old West stayed here: Calamity Jane, while she was a stagecoach driver; Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid (and the Hole-in-the-Wall Gang, too) surely when they were evading the lawmen, hot on their trail; Teddy Roosevelt, on his way to and from the wild lands soon to become the first US National Parks, just to mention a few of the notables who’ve passed this way over the years.
We gawked through the windows at the hotel lobby and the saloon next door. (A gentleman sweeping up the saloon offered to open up for us to look around inside if we wanted to, especially to see the bullet holes from some long ago gunfight. It was pretty cool.)