Saturday. Yeah. It was a cold one last night. Teens. Still snowing. It was an
interesting exercise closing the slides this morning. The slide rooms have
rollout fabric awnings that retract along with the slide. Everything goes
smoothly, even when there is rainwater on them. I think the only time you
could possibly have a problem is when there is ice and snow on them. We had ice and snow on them. It wasn’t a big problem. We’d roll them in and out a little farther each
time, until all the ice had crunched and popped off, and the slides would go
all the way in, covers rolling along just like they should. Time to leave. It’s off over Fremont Pass, dog on Judy’s lap, and the cat
asleep in the cat box. Down to Copper Mountain, up and over Vail Pass, down
through Glenwood Canyon, Glenwood Springs, a quick run around the lake at
the Eagle rest stop, and on to Grand Junction, to arrive way too early. Two
hundred miles. I didn’t want to stop yet. But we did stop, at Colorado
River State Park. Got set up, drove back into Grand Junction to locate the
Convention Center for the conference on Tuesday, passed a Krispy Kreme
Doughnut shop, well, almost passed the doughnut shop, and back to the
campground in time for dinner and a little fly fishing on the pond. Sixty-five degrees. Matt and Kari picked up their new Alumalite Holiday Rambler, fifth wheel
trailer on Thursday. A couple weeks earlier, they picked up their Ford F350
Turbo-diesel crew cab long-bed pickup to tow it with. We talked to them on
the phone today. They’ve been in it ever since they picked it up; in their
driveway; in Bear Creek State Park. They’re loving it. Now we need to
rendezvous somewhere and circle up. Ooh. Nice rainbow over the Colorado National Monument right now. Our weekend business in Grand Junction is done. Tomorrow morning, it’s off
to Utah for the weekend.