Two loads of laundry.
Four broken finger nails.
We are home from Colorado Springs. Laundry you can understand. The nails come from the cool, dry, air that the Rockies are known for.
We planned this trip to visit our son and his family and in part to celebrate my sweetheart’s birthday. We left Springfield March 2, and made it a two day trip.
On the way up out, I took note of the Hwy 13 shoulder between Bolivar and Clinton, Missouri.
I check this route because I dream of riding from Springfield to Bolivar on the Frisco Highline Trail and then riding Hwy 13 north to Clinton. All that just so I could ride the KATY Trail [a Missouri state park] from Clinton to St. Charles, on the north side of St. Louis. This would be quite an endeavor.
We easily made it through Kansas City before rush hour and started on what has been called the Long Yawn between Kansas City and Denver. This is the third time we have made this trip in the last ten months and there may be some truth to that description.
Kansas has its own beauty, though. I see why it would be a good state to visit on two wheels, but any road cycling would be better heading east, due to prevailing west to east winds
We saw a couple of the huge windmill vanes being transported on flatbed trucks. Many places in mid-Kansas have sprouted these wind driven generators.
We arrived at Colby, Kansas, and stayed the night. Sleeping on the road is problematic at best, but we rested as well as could be expected. The next morning saw us up at six, breakfasted, fortified with Starbucks, and on our way by seven. We seemed to be the only ones out traveling, but of course, it was an early Saturday morning.
Our first view of Pike’s Peak came at Bovina, Colorado. The Peak was just visible above the horizon. The Genoa Tower is a tourist attraction (trap?) that was built in the mid-1920s along the old U.S. Route 24. The site was determined to be the highest spot in the U.S. between Denver and New York City and six states may be seen from the top landing. We resisted the temptation to stop. Maybe next time.
We turned southwest at Limon toward Colorado Springs and started to see big stretches of snow for the first time.
Sam, Katie, and the children had decorated the condo for Jan’s birthday. The celebration started at once.
The following days were filled with fun and activities. We read books, worked puzzles, and played with dolls. I took Max out for a time on his trike and we went to see Evie in her ballet class.
Other activities included….
The Springs is located in a high desert with mountains. There are many beautiful places in this country of ours, and the Rockies have many of them.
Since Sam and Fam live in a condo, their outdoor activities mainly occur in public parks. We went to one of their favorites on Monday.
Colorado is a cycling state. We saw many cyclist out at all times of the day. This hardy rider was toiling up the hill on the street next to the park we played at.
All too soon (time waits for no man), we had to head home. I must have been driving just below the edge as we crossed Kansas. We saw many patrols out, but they gave me no notice as we crossed the state in 5′ 37″. We made the entire trip in a little over 10½ hours. We now have good memories and hopes of returning soon.
Pulling into the driveway it was somewhat hard to imagine that only that morning we had been looking at Pike’s Peak and giving hugs and kisses to our family. We got out of the car, Jan took some stuff in and I unloaded the rest.
I took the bags of laundry to Jan. She opened the lid to the clothes washer.
I looked for the fingernail clipper.