Holy crap. I haven’t ever seen anything like this. It’s so unreal, I keep reminding myself where I am. Earth. Colorado is astonishing.
Currently, Toby and I are sitting in an internet cafe in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. We stayed here last night, too speechless to pass it by. We had dinner at a mexican joint where I found myself a bit tipsy on one-and-a-half Coronas. There must be something in the elevation. My blood is all wooshy.
We have a thousand pictures, but no way of uploading them yet. So I will hold off on rambling too much for now. I’ll just repeat the fact that this place is breathtaking. My view right now is of a high mountain speckled in trees. There are cliffs at one end, and steep snowy slopes on another and still further, there is red rock. I’m still not sure about it. I’m still not sure where it came from. It’s out of this world.
I still feel like I’m in a train set.
That’s all for now. We have a small drive ahead of us and then some more relaxation time. We’re entering Mormon country soon. Toby will take another wife. I will have my way with her, too.
More soon.
I think girl27 just fell over.
I was wondering what that noise was.
It’s states like those that make me wonder why the hell my family settled in Wisconsin. I mean, parts of it are pretty and nice, but nothing compared to The Rockies.
Skinned my knee, even.
I now have an image of you and Toby, in the middle of a train set, dragging a little plastic pony-tailed Mormon girl into a boxcar. Aiieeee.
megan: does your family really like cheese? maybe that’s the answer.
girl27: omg, you crack me up with the plastic morman girl talk.
I’m so jealous. What a Trip.
Definitely something in the elevation. Here in Reno (~4400 feet), I’m drunk twice as fast as I am when at home in D.C. And that’s not counting all the blinking lights and neon.
I could cut my bar bill in half if I moved to the mountains? Boulder here I come…
Speakin’ of drinkin’ you might want to pick up a bottle before you get to Utah. The only way to get a decent drink there is to pour it yourself [or get wife #2 to do it for you].
MWAH! “Have your way with her, too”—this trip is gittin’ wild now . . . who said Utah was dullsville?
Now that’s a souvenir. Happy travels from OZ!