Breck 2008 Part 5: The Long Road Home

Ok. Finally. The trip home. So, we got up super early Sunday morning and finished getting ready to go, cleaning up, etc. The girls were catching a ride to Denver for their flight back so they didn’t have to be out of the condo until 10….so they got to sleep in. jealous. Anyhow, we were loaded up and leaving town by about 8 o’clock. The boys were disputing the exact departure time later. It was decided by Dan that the departure time officially started when we left the condo parking lot (which happened to be before 8am according to some clock he referenced), and not when we left the city limits (which was John’s argument). Whatever. We left. It was nice to be able to SEE the mountains on our way out of Colorado. Heck, it was nice to be able to see anything! I tried to take a couple mountain pics on our way out, but all the foreground kept getting in the way. I saw some interesting stuff. There were old gold and silver mines and abandoned and not so abandoned mining towns, more little “mountain towns”. As always, there were several random and weirdly named gas stations, hotels, and local eateries throughout the trip home. I did get to see Pike’s Peak as we drove toward/through/past Colorado Springs. Ah, the memories. Of course, due to slightly off projected travel times, I was totally late in realizing that I was seeing it, so my few pictures are on the way out of town which are totally not as good of a view. Once we made it out of the mountains and onto the flat and boring section of the trip… you could say the wind picked up a bit. Right Dan and Carl? It was very entertaining (for those not driving) when we went through little towns and the buildings would play havoc with the wind and our vehicle on the rode. Again, so glad I was taking Dramamine. Not much interesting banter on the way back actually. Carl nodded off in the front passenger seat for much of …Colorado, and New Mexico…. and we all were just tired and stared off into space alot, listening to Dan’s ‘rockin’ tunes of course. Interesting places…..as always, there was the “It’ll Do Motel” in Clarendon, right? Oh, and everytime we go skiing, talk about it, whatever, they always talk about going to DQ and Carl getting hit on by the lady working. Something about a Mister Misty. 😉 So, for supper I suggested we actually GO to a DQ. Who knows, maybe there would be something NEW to talk about. Sure enough. In a little Texas town we found our place. I knew it was perfect as soon as we pulled in and saw the ducktaped front window. And then, as we walked up to the door, I looked closer (apparently this is a girl thing because I had to point this part out to the boys) I noticed the bullet holes. Ah, yes. Good times happen here. Now, if the boys were telling this story, they would likely include all sorts of descriptors that I would not use. And since this is my version of the story on my blog, deal with it. You boys have myspace/facebook pages, tell it yourself. Anyhow, as anyone who has ever visited ANY DQ knows, this is NOT a ‘fast food’ establishment. Especially on a Sunday evening when they’ve only got two people working and EVERYONE in town wants to have a nice sit down family meal there. Me, I just wanted a blizzard. So yummy. DQ’s are just good places for people watching. They just are. Not people judging…. ahem…. just watching. Anyhow, we had some interesting characters of course, some understandably slow service, but we discussed that at least they do make everything to order so that your food is always just cooked. And I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised by the yumminess of my popcorn chicken and my Blizzard was fabulous. All in all, a good time and worth the 30 minute stop. So we hopped back in the car and finished our ride home. We actually made it back to our house by about 11pm. Unloaded our stuff, dumped it in the house, said hello to the cat and off to bed for some much needed sleep. The end. For the color commentary, ask Dan and Carl.

  • k - Oh, and I almost forgot. Apparently Carl does NOT want to live in Amarillo. 😉

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