Bob arranged with the retired female volunteer in one of the Rocky Mountain National Park visitors' centers to take the scenic route to Colorado Springs today. I felt somewhat OD'd on hairpin turns and roads that wind forever to rise only a mile or so, often behind or in front of large trucks or vehicles with trailers, some of them spewing very unpleasant fumes.
This morning, we left sunny Estes Park at about 9:30, headed for the adventures of US7. By mid-morning, we had veered southeast, and decided to follow a dirt road through the mountain, past piles of discarded appliances and vehicles -- all reminiscent of the movie "Deliverance" -- in a vain search of the lovely little town below. Many other dirt roads led there (all "one way - do not enter"), but thankfully common sense prevailed and we eventually turned around, back to the main drag. We rolled into Nederland, in search of a restroom and gas. By this time, I was not in the best mood, and it was soon to deteriorate.
We got gas in Golden, near Denver. An argument over direction ensued and we ended up driving past a busy city of Denver; we turned south on 25, past the Denver Broncos stadium and yet another missed state capitol. Our little duo was somewhat less dynamic that we had come to expect, and we limped gratefully into Manitou Springs and an almost brand new Comfort Inn. This evening: whatever we can manage. Tomorrow: Garden of the Gods and ... whatever we can manage.
It is a lovely evening and I'm sitting in the full light of the bedroom of our King Suite. Scotch is restoring my humor and I'm looking forward to a little rest.
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