Road Trip, Day 2

I gotta' back it up. 

Too many beautiful views, too much wading in the pools at Glenwood Springs and too much snacking on Wheat Thins and string cheese made it impossible to blog yesterday. 

So here I am, fully awake at the start of Day 3, waking up in some man's king size bed.

Granted, there's no man beside me, but Jessica is there, curled up under the covers.

Yesterday we stopped at the Glenwood Hot Springs and soaked in the sun for several hours.  I listened to Amber and Jess talk about the special-Ed students in their classrooms and I felt relieved to be in the company of great, caring people. 

Sun-kissed, we left Glenwood and headed through the Rocky Mountains, watching the Colorado River wind through the valleys.  At times, we would see river rafters and bikini-clad revelers lazily floating by. 

The 75 MPH signs kept throwing me for a loop and I got passed by a big rig at least once. 

Oops.

Slowing down to take photos like this can really rile a truck driver:

Taking turns behind the wheel let us all take in the landscape and take responsibility for those "10 and 2", wheel-clutching anxiety moments, like driving with the dark night sky creating optical illusions of crashing into monoliths, and running into unexpected rain in Vail.

At last, we arrived in Dacono and took a night crawl into downtown Boulder for what would be our first beer of the trip. The club goers and twenty-somethings stumbling out of the local haunts reminded us we might want to step it up a notch with our attire and cosmetics.

The sulphuric, dried sweat still clung at our faces from our stop at Glenwood. Our sensible flip flops and the baseball cap that hid my matted, un-combed hair were eyesores among the trendy and hip youth of Boulder. 

But the beer soothed our poor fashion choices.  

We are at destination 1 of our road trip.