We rolled safely into the Colorado snowland this aft, having driven through increasingly poor weather conditions on the 70 from Denver. But no matter, the cabin is warm, the chamomile tea steaming, and the snow banks deep and beckoning. A hot tub as well. That will be sampled post-blogging I reckon. Priorities, people...
I would show some pics of me diving in a feet-deep snow bank and the subsequent ice-in-the-pants flounderings, but there's a problem. My camera died tonight. Yes, that's right. My backup camera. The side arm. The .44 mag. Apparently I'm hard on cameras or something. So, in the end, you'll have to envision a 20-something honky barreling into a snow drift and all that the feat entails. It's imagination time.
The foretold improved landscape is below (in comparison to Kansas, for example).
These runaway truck ramps have always intrigued me. I mean how scary would that be? Imagine manning an out-of-control semi truck headed downhill on a 10 percent grade. And the ramps are there, so such brakeless mishaps must happen...
Toward Breckenridge. Our cabin rests at 10,000 ft. That's pretty high. It was about 75° F (23° C) in Oklahoma today. It's 11° F (-11° C) here in Breckenridge tonight. Woolen mittens recommended.
Papa Stu wandering around as he is wont to do.