Our lifelong dream of making it to Colorado has been realized! We're not to Denver yet -- still about three more hours of work to get to our final destination -- but we have surged past the border into the Centennial State. The RV continues to be a dominant force of nature.
Fun fact: Eastern Colorado is not the mountainous ski-friendly haven you're picturing. Instead, it's more like a continuation of Nebraska -- grassy plains, occasional villages of beef cows and zero baseball. But we're closer, and I'm doing my air guitar to Guns 'n Roses offering "November Rain." Consequently, awesomeness has ensued.
If this were the Oregon Trail, we would so be at Fort Walla Walla right now. Of course, The Mechanic would have died of cholera, a sad situation assauged only by our recent buffalo kill.
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