Travel Blog

Sue:

We didn't stay in Cheyenne. They didn't want us there. The rest area we stayed in last year doesn't allow overnight parkers anymore. What a bummer. We have to change our Camground Reviews now. So we drove on another 80 miles to near Douglas, Wyoming. We tried an RV park because we liked how they advertised...huge, white rocks on the side of a hill. But they wanted too much for too little, so we moved on. We're at another rest stop right now; one that didn't have any signs forbidding overnight parking. We're waiting for a knock on the door anyway, but until then, we're happy campers.

Our trip yesterday was pretty uneventful. The weather was nice; the temperatures were warm. But the view was mostly this:



So that's why you're not getting many pictures from then. Boring.

We did pass this cute butte:


We're not sure if the name of the place was Butte as well, but that's what was on the sign.

I took a few pictures of the pamphlet capital of the world, Pueblo, but only one came out good enough to share:



I have a few good ones from Colorado Springs, and I'll show a couple here, but the one of the Air Force Academy will have to wait for the Photo Gallery.





Poor Phil had to drive through a lot of big cities yesterday, but the worst was, of course, Denver. I have no pictures of Denver because, as my husband requested of me, my eyes were squinched shut for most of it. It's ironic that even though I'm a full-time RV'er, I'm still a very nervous rider. It's worse when I'm a passenger. I think there are many, many times Phil wishes he had a tranquilizer gun. He would have used it on me today, that's for sure. I always said I'd put some Rescue Remedy in the glove compartment to use on days like this, but I never remember to put it in the truck. I'm not going to take all the blame for how bad I am though. City drivers are for suck. I'm not even going to apologize to you if you live in a city. You probably know it's true. And the slower traffic gets, the worse people drive. You think I'd get less nervous the slower we move, but it's just not the case. People use jams as an excuse to see how close they can cut us off. I guess they failed Physics class in high school. They're gonna get smooshed some day, mark my words. But enough about that for now. Remind me to tell you about the big rig driver who almost killed us and a few others. I have his license plate number. I'll share it and the story with everyone soon, but I left my notebook out in the truck.

So I'll end this with the view that we ended our day with.


Tonight we are almost to the Canadian border, so hang tight for the rest of the story. It's only about three more days until Skagway.