Early on May 11 we said goodbye to Colorado and headed out early to take 70 to Green River, Utah.
Pikes Peak seemed to say goodbye as we lined up right in front of it at the stop sign leaving our hotel.
The drive to get to 70 was during commute hour, but soon enough we were on the open road with higher speed limits. I seemed to get all the winding mountain drives on this trip, but that was good because it gave Dad a chance to enjoy the scenery and take photos. I didn't want to go this route, but it was pretty.
Mountains and canyon turned to Utah desert and bluffs.
Our room ended up having huge king beds that we didn't need but had to pay for, but they were nice. The view was good from the room and the window opened!
I was feeling a little blue, I think from having to leave Colorado and missing another drive through Wyoming, but my mood immediately lifted when I discovered a restaurant in Green River that served fry bread. I was bouncing in anticipation after placing our order, and wasn't disappointed in my fry bread taco! Dad had what he said was a delicious salad with chicken and fry bread, and it looked good to me too. I also enjoyed a root beer float – my first in years and perfect on this 90 degree day. It's amazing to think we were buying jackets a week before for 20 degree weather and snow.
I discovered I’d left my favorite multi charging cord and plug in Castle Rock. Dad insisted he looked and didn’t see it before we left. I called the hotel and it was not in lost and found. I guess someone got themselves a nice charger. I was disappointed because staff had been so good there and I expected better. (Yes, Dad, I have checked all of my bags now and it isn't here.) I ordered a new charger to be delivered after I returned home and made do with a hodge-podge of what I had for the rest of the trip. I'm grateful that I overpacked charging cords!
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