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3.01.03 Day Six
It’s 3 a.m. Twilight Zone is on the teevee and when I peek out the window I see snow. Ugh! I went to sleep early, right after I heard the weather report, the national weather report. Rain for the entire west coast and only one trouble spot in the entire country…in Utah, in the Wasatch Mountains. How nice. That is exactly where we will be traveling tomorrow. Well, when we wake up. The pool could still be open. I should go swimming. He is snoring. He is my hero. His sounds are comforting. I am terrified.
Morning comes and I am okay. In fact I feel some sense of accomplishment. I HAVE MY STATES! Yeah! Only two things left. Visit my pal in Fort Collins and head home. I am not going to be afraid.
Even though there is snow it is nothing like yesterday’s terrifying adventure. Everything is relative, isn’t it? Before long we are climbing ever higher into the state of Wyoming. Ear popping and elevations of up to 9,000 feet. There is an interesting thing about the West. They have gates that they can raise and lower over the highways. At first I thought they were cattle crossings, but there are signs that say TURN AROUND AND GO BACK>>>ROAD CLOSED. The folks out here are not into snow removal like we are. They don’t have lots of plows and instead they tell you to go home.
Here are a few other curious observations:
*Packer fans are everywhere! I’m not sure if the people that wear the jackets are transplanted Midwesterners or if they just like the team. Brett Lafarve is magical. He makes things happen that seem damn near impossible, just the way Jordan did in his heyday.
*I especially like to get gas at those huge truck stops. They have everything. You can buy a T-shirt for $3.33, get food, pick up souvenirs, go online, and if you are a trucker you can get a bunk and a shower. Can anyone stay in those bunkers? There are woman truckers you know. Plus I have seen husband/wife teams. The man in front of me in the checkout line handed the store man a card like a lunch ticket. It was his last punch.
*I bought a fine fuzzy buffalo-shaped bank. It rocks! I emptied my Tootsie Roll bank just before I left. I had accumulated $255.84. It’s amazing how fast your change piles up. I am doing this entire trip on cash! I also picked up some fruit…bananas and WASHINGTON apples. These are tasty apples, and I am not sure what type they are, but for my money I like our apples…especially the Delicious, they are more tart and very crisp. I go with Ralph Waldo Emerson on the apple issue.
War… can we survive by debate and use pressure to avoid war? I wonder if dubya is just playing a game of RISK.
*We crossed the Contentintal Divide twice. I was driving. Yippee!
*Tonight I am sending out postcards.
We grabbed a room at the local Motel 6 and went next door to the Waffle House. I wanted to stay at the Hilton next door.
They had a great pool but smoking is only allowed up in the tower. I’ve had enough of being up in the clouds. And ooooo-wheeeee that pecan waffle was very good. I haven’t had one in years. The loud crass conversations of the waitresses were priceless.
Now we are on the search for Thom. His number has been disconnected. We finally find him listed in the new telephone book in the motel, right next to the bible. He’s not home.
Word for the Day: Sky-Riding
End Destination: Fort Collins, CO
Total Miles: 644
