There were many times leading up to our departure date that I wanted to back out of this trip. I haven't traveled since before I got goats in 2009 (I think my last road trip was 2003) and home is my secure, quiet place. I worried about the animals, even though they would have good care - and they did. Jess, Cory, Tammy, and Emily did a great job, and Bex and Aaron checked in on them when they could.
I jolted myself out of my comfort zone and away from work and home and it was good. I feel like the trip changed me in a good way. I can do hard things. And Dad and I had great fun and navigated some challenges and made it a great pilgrimage with Mom seemingly along for the ride. We got closer. We learned to listen. We learned to be vulnerable with each other. It was a grand adventure. We learned that we're pretty compatible as traveling companions, and the areas in which we needed to negotiate, we found good solutions.
Except for the toilet paper thing. But Dad is stubborn and even if he realizes he's wrong, I doubt he will ever admit that the TP should hang from the top of the roll.
Oliver the cat hid from every person who came to make sure he was okay. I began to worry a little, but the food was going away so I knew he was alright. Soon as I got home, I walked in the house and called for him. It took him a while to show up, and he was standoffish at first, until he sniffed at my hand, then he came in for scratches and has hung out with me ever since.
The foxes left the hens alone, though they pooped and peed in Barney the Barn Cat's feed dish (thankfully not being used while I was gone and they seemed to leave the automatic feeder alone).
Dad and I both had annoying altitude issues, despite hydrating and resting as much as possible. I got a bloody nose as soon as we hit altitude that didn't fully resolve until the day after we got home. Dad's fingers got so dry that his phone wouldn't recognize his fingerprint, no matter how much hotel lotion he used. That resolved a day after we returned home.
Not all hotels provide coffee machines. There was at least one that didn't. But that's okay, because all but one had free coffee, both caffeinated and decaf, plus hot and cold water, available 24/7 in the lobby, and all but one provided a full breakfast. The casino hotel had the lowest room price and charged extra for fries with your sandwich.
Only the casino hotel provided travel sized shampoo, conditioner, lotion, and soap bars. Everywhere else had large sizes with pumps mounted on the walls and in the shower. Which was fine. I don't need a ton of this stuff, but I did take the casino loot.
Most people are nice and helpful and eager to share their stories. We met some wonderful individuals on this trip and are so grateful to our friends for making time for us to visit with them.
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Elevation range: from near sea level to over 11,000 feet. Lowest in Novato and the highest at the Eisenhower-Johnson Memorial Tunnel on I-70 in Colorado - 11,158 feet. One of the highest points on the US interstate highway system. We spent most of our time at 6,200 to 6,800 feet in Evanston and Castle Rock.
About 45 hours plus in drive time (not including driving around Evanston and Colorado). Shared! Dad shared the wheel! In his truck!
Five states. Sierra Nevada crossing, Nevada basin and range, Great Basin desert, Bonneville Salt Flats, Wyoming high plains, Continental Divide, Front Range, Rocky Mountains, canyon country, Utah desert, Nevada ranges, Northern Nevada basin Country, Sierra Nevada western descent.
3,000 miles on Dad's truck.
Dad hasn't done all his calculations yet, but estimated 110 gallons of gas.
Low temp about 20 degrees Fahrenheit. High, about 92.
What a great adventure. Thanks for letting me and Laramie tag along, Dad.










