Mysterious Token of Appreciation from the Fruita Welcome Center. We stopped at the first Colorado welcome center, because Karen really had to stop. I wandered into the welcome center, and chatted with the attendants. They had been talking about how their counterparts at the far side of Colorado had sent them a hand delivered hand written message, and then wanted to one up them. So they hatched a plan to send something to them. A message, a token, something tangible. And I was conscripted. I had a Mission! Karen called me, wondering where I'd gone. I told her, "I have a Mission." She came to see while they were gathering cards and a token to send to the other side of the state. So here it is. I will be delivereing it to the far side center, tomorrow.
