I know, I know...I've already skipped a day of blogging. In my defense, yesterday we headed out for our vacation and had a long day of driving to Omaha, NE. We passed lots of fields of corn and lots of cows. We passed even more cows today as we drove to Central City, CO (just west of Denver). We enjoyed some beautiful scenery along the way...especially the Rocky Mountains. I'm just not a fan of having to DRIVE (well, ride) up and down them. I'm definitely more of a tunnel kind of girl. Or better yet, an elevator kind of girl. I don't like heights. I don't like crawling up mountains in an RV and towing a vehicle. I especially don't like coming down the mountain with a steep grade. I tend to freak out a bit when there are truck run-offs...and there are trucks on them! Poor Matt had to drive and listen to me carry on about how much I hate the mountains. I think I even carried on a few times (as my life flashed before my eyes) that poor Keaton was going to be an orphan. I admit I was a big baby, but facing a possible near-death experience is scary. But, after tackling the switchbacks to get to the campground (which no RV should ever drive on those roads, in my opinion), we made it to a gorgeous campsite that overlooks a valley of a small mining town...with three casinos. Cha-ching! The first thing I did after Matt hooked us up to electricity (and the shaking in my knees stopped enough for me to stand upright) was fire up the blender for a very, very, VERY strong pina colada. (Seriously...I hit the start button within one second after we had power. It may even have been a half second after we had power.) The alcohol helped to erase some of the scary, terrifying, stressful, awful mountain ordeal. But, we'll have to tackle the mountains again tomorrow as we head over to Grand Junction, CO and I'm definitely not looking forward to the drive. Luckily I saved half of my pitcher of pina coladas for tomorrow night.
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The Rocky Mountains...so much better to go through than up and over!
Our view from the campground...and my drink.
Our view from the valley of the campground.
We're the motor home second from the right...the one with the big windshield.
If you look hard enough, you can probably see my drink.
