Mimi and Maumau, Martine and DD Return! Or the Denver-Denver Loop of the 4 Friends
In 2017, struck by western addiction, our first road trip gave us an irresistible urge to return, which we did from September 2nd to 24th, 2019, on a loop from Denver to Denver via Yellowstone. The westernmost point of this journey, which took us through the geographical center of the USA, brought us within about a hundred kilometers of Moab, which had been the easternmost point of our last trip.
We’ve been back for over a month now, and I realize I’m starting to forget some details—it’s high time I started my travel journal before my brain turns into Swiss cheese and lets everything slip away. As I mentioned in my last story, it’ll take me quite a while to finish, so if any travelers have specific questions, don’t hesitate to message me privately. Once again, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me (and there were many!) prepare our road trip, with a special shout-out to Disneydiddl, Hiacinthe, and Titou (ladies first) as well as Fred and Itat, whom I bombarded with questions for months and who always kindly and patiently gave me tons of great tips. It’s thanks to all of you that this trip was such a success. I was a little worried I wouldn’t recapture the emotion and enthusiasm of our 2017 trip, but this one was just as "Wow" as the last.
For those who don’t know us, let me introduce our little group. We’re four friends in our sixties (this time, everyone made it, which let us score some "senior" discounts...). We live in the Var region, have known each other for over 20 years, and this was our second trip together to this magical West.
Mimi (Michèle): always the smallest and the funniest. Thank goodness she was there to speak English! Maumau (Maurice): her husband, always with his white hair, his Gallic mustache, his humor, and his Southern accent. He drove every other day. DD (André): the one with the beard, with whom I celebrated our 41st wedding anniversary at Yellowstone. Our second driver appreciated having a peaceful mind since he’s been retired since July. Marcalamar (Martine): that’s me—still blonde with glasses, still talking a lot, and still terrified of messing up the organization of this trip despite all the hours spent on the forum.
Recognize us? Ha ha ha!!!! No, just kidding!!!!
That’s us!!!


The itinerary:
Day 1: Flight Marseille-Munich-Denver then Idaho Springs (92 km then 50 km round trip to visit Georgetown)
Day 2: Idaho Springs - Wheatland (445 km via Rocky Mountain National Park)
Day 3: Wheatland - Custer (500 km with visit to Custer State Park)
Day 4: Custer - Interior (275 km with visit to Badlands)
Day 5: Interior - Deadwood (222 km)
Day 6: Deadwood - Sheridan (415 km)
Day 7: Sheridan - Cody (318 km with visit to Bighorn Canyon)
Day 8: Cody - Cooke City (372 km with incursion into Yellowstone up to Canyon Village)
Day 9: Cooke City - Gardiner (288 km)
Day 10: Gardiner - Canyon Village (151 km)
Day 11: Canyon Village - West Yellowstone (177 km)
Day 12: West Yellowstone (234 km)
Day 13: West Yellowstone - Thayne (340 km)
Day 14: Thayne - Brigham City (263 km + 86 km in the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge)
Day 15: Brigham City - Rock Springs (447 km with visit to Antelope Island)
Day 16: Rock Springs - Vernal (389 km with visit to Fantasy Canyon and Dinosaur National Monument on the Utah side)
Day 17: Vernal - Fruita (356 km with visit to Dinosaur National Monument on the Colorado side and part of Colorado National Monument)
Day 18: Fruita - Montrose (250 km with visit to Colorado National Monument and Black Canyon of the Gunnison)
Day 19: Montrose - Cripple Creek (398 km via Divide)
Day 20: Cripple Creek - Manitou Springs (113 km)
Day 21: Manitou Springs (153 km with visit to Garden of the Gods and Painted Mines in Calhan)
Day 22: Manitou Springs - Denver (160 km)


It almost feels like the Alps. We spot a herd of “deer” drinking from a small river, and we arrive in Idaho Springs, which is both a little mountain village and a Wild West mining town that stretches quietly along the river. Our smiling hotel hostess gives us our keys. Just enough time to settle in for a few minutes before heading to the picturesque Georgetown to stroll around, see its historic downtown, its shops full of old-timey items, and its Hotel de Paris turned museum.
Unfortunately, even though we’d have loved to keep exploring all its nooks and crannies, time flies, and it’s already 7 PM!! It’s too late to look for and photograph the steam locomotive, and it’s twilight as we head back to Idaho Springs for our first night in the U.S., not without first devouring a good burger at the Clear Creek Cidery (4 burgers, 2 beers for $91).

















And as if that wasn’t lucky enough, a little farther on, a mom and her calf were there too, barely hidden by the tall grass.









We pass the summit at 3,713 m just before the Lava Cliffs.














