I was off the grid at my brother Tabor's house so I have some blog catch up to do. Everything has been going swimmingly and every detour I have made to see everyone I've detoured to see has been worth it a million times over. So, to catch you up...
You know that John Denver song, Rocky Mountain High? I don't. I only know that one line.
Rocky mountain hi-igh.
I sang it over and over as we drove over the Rockies. (I am a lot of fun on a road trip.)
The Rockies, besides my singing, were incredible. At one point we had to detour over a mountain pass because the road was closed because of an accident. We, along with a lot of other people, snaked over a windy road.
We went up...
About this time:
...I decided I had to use the bathroom and it was an emergency. It may have had something to do with Diet Coke consumption. (I am a lot of fun on a road trip.)
Luckily, Adam pulled over at a deserted ski resort. He was able to knock on the door and have someone let us in and I used the bathroom. He truly is the best sort of husband.
And the scenery (besides my singing) was truly beautiful.
I can't remember, did I mention it was a little winding?
After we got back to Interstate 70, we saw a lot of this:
...which was gorgeous.
And we saw some of this:
which wasn't so gorgeous. (By the way, we were stopped at a rest stop, Mark wore his seat belt when we were driving, I promise.)
We drove through a National Park and up and over another winding mountain pass to where Tabor and Katie and their darling girls reside.
But that is a story for another day.
I have to pace myself.
P.S. I am going to Nevada tomorrow to continue the whirlwind parade of siblings. Again, off the grid. You likely won't hear from me again until I am home. I'm thinking fondly of my own bed...