If you travel enough, you know (really, you expect) that every once in a while, a trip is going to go horribly wrong. There are too many moving parts, too many uncontrollable variables in play, for every trip to go off without a hitch. Let me tell ya about our journey to the Rockies yesterday...
First, I have the world's best boss. I need to buy her that coffee mug... So when you get invited to her destination wedding, you go. Yesterday sucked because basically, we left our house at 10:45am and arrived at our hotel in Copper, Colorado twelve hours later. To give you some perspective, the drive takes thirteen hours. We flew into Denver International Airport (arriving on time), which is a very nice airport, but logistically, it's a beating getting from terminal C to ground transportation. The rental car lots are all located off-site, so by the time your shuttle picks you up it's a fifteen minute ride to get there. And on Friday afternoon (4:00pm to be precise) of a holiday weekend, you're gonna stand in a long line to get your car. By the time we got ours it was close to 5:00pm and traffic was bad, to say the least. Over four hours later, we completed the 100-mile trip to Copper.
At least the view (beyond the miles of cars) was nice! The company wasn't bad either. :) I practiced taking selfies to pass the time, which I regretted this morning when my camera died. And of course I didn't pack the charger. Since our house is a wreck, I wouldn't have been able to find it if I tried. (I apologize in advance for the crappy cell phone pictures I'm going to post later this week.) Here's what ya get for now...
