Add Ski Bum to our Resume's

AM!

That's right...AM!  I haven't seen that time on a clock for awhile.  But that is when we arose... well...Miki arose... while I had a talk with myself to see if I could arise with her and head WEST to find snow to ski on.  

When you are done feeling sorry for me for getting up so early (snicker, snicker), looking back... the day was meant to be (even at that early hour) and everything fell into place all the way to Copper Mountain.  It didn't seem that way as I was packing the car as I carried out load after load thinking, what are two people doing with all this stuff.

The only saving grace was that the dogs weren't coming too (not enough room for all the alpha dogs in this family).  We left them with a bag of dog food, raw hides, and enough peanut butter to pave the driveway with it (hopefully they won't).  We can only assume the bag of dog food lasted most of today.

Not sure where the house sitter will be sleeping.

We hit the road before 6 (yes...AM) and headed straight for breakfast.  The photos below need no explanation.  And may I say...Miki held her own!

This is frame-worthy!

If Lance Armstrong had given Krispy Kremes a shot
(no pun intended), he would not have had a doping problem.

After lining our tummies with pure warm goodness and joy, we set our sites on the span of real estate between Missouri and Colorado.  I must say that whether the Kansas tourism board or some electric power tycoons are responsible, the addition of all the new wind generating machines that have sprouted on the plains have made the journey more interesting over the last few years.  The morning's fog added interest by hiding the top halves in some areas, making them look like the trunks of gigantic mushrooms.  And in other areas the blades would disappear in the fog as they hit the top half of their circumference and reappear as they arced down from the clouds... very cool (if you are scratching your head trying to visualize it, you probably had to be there...trust me...very cool). 

Once the field of whirly gigs passed, we were left with the rest of Kansas...

A picture is worth a 1,000 miles!

In all fairness, eastern Colorado is Kansas, all the way to the foothills of the Rockies.  And with the speed limit a consistent 75 mph (which means 80), every mile is worth it to get to this...

Love heading up!

As we headed into the mountains just west of Denver, the traffic seemed normal, but soon those coming down out of the mountains started stacking up and shortly it was bumper to bumper...two lanes wide...all the way to the divide.  Miles and miles.  We counted our blessings as we laughed and thumbed our noses to the poor saps going the other way (that didn't sound very nice, I take it all back... but, it is probably too late now).

We made our drive in 10 hours, door to door and will now settle in after acquiring our skis, some groceries, and watching the darkness take away the mountains as we starting thinking snow.

What do the snow gods have in store for us?  Will we continue an injury free streak while tempting fate?  Whose thighs will scream first (Wallie's).  Stay tuned... while we look for our insurance cards...!



My Zen from the Road:  After 30 years of sharing the road with Miki, we have had the good fortune to clock a bunch of miles together.  Today was the first time that I didn't drive 90% of the time and pay the price of dry eyes and other assorted bodily breakdowns.  Just because I am awake, does not mean that I have to be behind the wheel, which was my previous thought process.  Good for me... we'll see if it is good for Miki.  It is okay to share the load!


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