On the road again
Trip Start Jul 20, 2011
6Trip End Jul 30, 2011
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What I did
We left (Luke and I, of course) yesterday morning, bright and early, and drove straight through Iowa, without stopping, and on into Nebraska. Now, this will be a short paragraph because there isn't a damn thing in Iowa and even less in Nebraska. At least places like South Dakota have amusing Wall Drug billboards and windmills to look at, there aren't so much of those through these middley states. So we came to rest in Lincoln Nebraska. Yep. I might be able to write about the hotel pool, but it was tiny, over chlorinated, and full of squirmy kids so... I might write about the lovely dinner we had, but honestly, 24 hours later I don't even remember where we stopped. No, I remember now. Cracker Barrel. It was that or Taco Bell. 'Nuff said.
Moving right along. Today we woke up early, ate our continental breakfast, and drove through the rest of Nebraska and damn near all of Colorado. Luke drove through the flat part of Colorado and then we stopped in Denver at a Chili's (whoo) for a late lunch.
I took the wheel to try to spare Luke a little bit of stress from his acrophobia. Denver leads almost directly into the mountains so it was a roller coaster from there. I have to admit that it is a little more difficult to drive in that up and down, twist and turn type of driving than I had expected. And a flinchy passenger made it that much more exciting. Honestly, some day I will find someone to drive with who doesn't shudder and slam on an imaginary emergency break at the slightest transition. But today was not that day.
Unfortunately we didn't meet our goal today, we had hoped to make it all the way into Utah. Somewhere, deep in the Rocky Mountains, there was a significant amount of road construction, which meant a significant amount of sitting in the car, listening to The Eagles on Luke's iPod. Yay. Creeping inch by inch through beautiful scenery eventually starts to get old after it has been more than 45 minutes.
But, after much too long perched on the edge of a mountain we were once again cruising through the hills, looking up at gold lit, burgundy peaks as the sun lowered. Once out of the jam we snaked through the hills, darting at more than 80 miles an hour (thanks Colorado speed limits!) through the trees and over the white rapids.
After more than 10 hours in the car it was more than time to get the hell out of that seat. We stopped just at the West edge of Colorado in a city called Grand Junction. We found ourselves another Best Western and hunkered down for the night. Once we had supped at Dos Hombres (mmm tortilla soup) we laid low, watching trashy reruns on tv and resting for the big day tomorrow.