So she created her own phone (complete with cool secrets that make everyone else jealous):
There's no way to define or explain Emma.
She is just Emma. She's this witty and restrained bridge between her more clamorous brothers. She completes us all.
Adam was involved in other phone calls so I drove a lot of the day. It was mostly two lane winding roads through the Rockies. That wouldn't be terrible (it was astoundingly beautiful) but we kept getting stuck behind really slow drivers. They would be going 40 in a 65. It was killing me. They couldn't have been transporting wedding cakes. Not on that road and for that long. The only explanation is that they were in a vast conspiracy Colorado has to entrap drivers. They had signs posted to report aggressive drivers. First they make you aggressive by planting the most frustrating drivers imaginable then you take risks passing them and voila! Aggressive driving.
It's a working theory. I didn't actually get a ticket.
There was also road construction. So. Much. Road. Construction. One of the times we were stopped for an interminable time for a one way road situation, Emma came up with a story about Helen and Frankie in front of us though. ("Helen" kept getting out of the car for snacks in the back of their car.)
If you're going on a road trip, take Emma. That is the takeaway.
We finally made it to Durango. We parked next to this store:
Who knew the cosmic center of my universe was in Durango?
Durango was a nice little town with a churning brown river (all the water we saw was churning brown this time of year). We went out for magnificent Mexican food and enjoyed a relaxing evening. (Mark and Adam swam some more.)
We also got tickets in Durango for a Cliff Palace tour in Mesa Verde National Park the next day.
More on that later....
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