October 14
To answer a question - Yes, we did make it home okay. Sorry I guess I forgot to mention that. Over 7850 miles, outstanding miles, time well spent together, a once in a life time deal.
Over 7850 miles and never a close call – until about a mile from home after crossing the Brent Spence Bridge orange barrels appeared in our lane with no warning at all. Traffic was merging down to the left two lanes. Trucks were to the left , in front and in back of us. There was nowhere to go. Jerry was driving. I hit the emergency flasher lights Jerry darted between the orange barrels. I really thought ‘this is it’. It was an interesting feeling. I must admit that I felt a sense of peace (that’s a good sign I’ll hold on to). Somehow Jerry managed to stop on the wrong side of the barrels without an incident. We caught our breath and waited for a chance to merge back on to 75. Two exits were closed, again no signage but we got home safe and sound.
A deep breath and were happy to be alive – for more reasons than one.
When we picked up our dog the next day I do believe that she too was happy that we were alive.
One last thing – My favorite bumper sticker of the trip was spotted in Crested Butte. It read:
“Non-judgment day is near”
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Saturday, October 15, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
catch up time
Sometime during our stay in Crested Butte Jerry heard a mountain call his name. Apparently he tried to ignore it but that didn’t work so Friday morning, bright and early I dropped Jerry off at the base of Mt. Crested Butte Mountain. The mountain is marked with ski slopes and mountain bike trails but Jerry graces it with his footsteps. All the way to the summit, elevation 12,??? It was a good day for walking and he made it back mid afternoon. I spent the day tidying up Neal’s Place and gathering things together for the long haul home.
On Saturday we pulled out of Crested Butte just as the sun was coming over the mountains and bringing out all the golden color of the beautiful aspen trees. It was a little hard to leave but it was time to head home. We could feel it in our bones.
We spend our last night in the tent in Salina, Kansas. We pulled in to one campground just as it was starting to get dark. The office was closed but instructions were there for checking in late. We found the tent sites but the bathroom door was locked. What’s with that? Tent sites need a bathroom nearby. It is not like we have all the conveniences like the RVs have in their big bubble. And there were too many RVs around to play primitive camping. So it was back on the road. A short time later we found a KOA campground, not always our choice because they are big and somewhat expensive but it was getting dark so we decided to stay.
In case we weren’t aware of it already (which we weren’t) October had begun and with it the Halloween season. Well, the campground was full of the inflatable decoration. Our campsite was right next to a green Frankenstein. Next to him were three stoned buffalo - my guess is that they are there all year round. There were other inflatables – ghosts, monsters, something that popped out of a box, I didn’t look at that one too closely as I was on my way to dream land. There was a spider on the way to the bathroom (yes, they were unlocked) when you walked by the spider’s eyes glowed red and his head turned to follow you - creepy. There was also half of a witch sticking out of a grave. When I shined the flashlight on her she screamed and started waving her hands. That surprised me!!! Luckily there were no other tents around and I doubt it anyone in their RV bubble could hear it. Did I mention that the location of the campground was right next to the expressway? So along with the spooky decoration was the constant noise of traffic zooming by. Ah, the great outdoors!
Sunday was a day on the road. The road that finally brought us back home. What a wonder-filled trip!
On Saturday we pulled out of Crested Butte just as the sun was coming over the mountains and bringing out all the golden color of the beautiful aspen trees. It was a little hard to leave but it was time to head home. We could feel it in our bones.
We spend our last night in the tent in Salina, Kansas. We pulled in to one campground just as it was starting to get dark. The office was closed but instructions were there for checking in late. We found the tent sites but the bathroom door was locked. What’s with that? Tent sites need a bathroom nearby. It is not like we have all the conveniences like the RVs have in their big bubble. And there were too many RVs around to play primitive camping. So it was back on the road. A short time later we found a KOA campground, not always our choice because they are big and somewhat expensive but it was getting dark so we decided to stay.
In case we weren’t aware of it already (which we weren’t) October had begun and with it the Halloween season. Well, the campground was full of the inflatable decoration. Our campsite was right next to a green Frankenstein. Next to him were three stoned buffalo - my guess is that they are there all year round. There were other inflatables – ghosts, monsters, something that popped out of a box, I didn’t look at that one too closely as I was on my way to dream land. There was a spider on the way to the bathroom (yes, they were unlocked) when you walked by the spider’s eyes glowed red and his head turned to follow you - creepy. There was also half of a witch sticking out of a grave. When I shined the flashlight on her she screamed and started waving her hands. That surprised me!!! Luckily there were no other tents around and I doubt it anyone in their RV bubble could hear it. Did I mention that the location of the campground was right next to the expressway? So along with the spooky decoration was the constant noise of traffic zooming by. Ah, the great outdoors!
Sunday was a day on the road. The road that finally brought us back home. What a wonder-filled trip!
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