The Rocky Mountains kicked my ass.
There, I said it. It’s out for the world to see.
If you want to call me a punk, then I’ll be a punk.
Mickey and I just spent the past four hours driving through the mountains of Colorado. I had been gearing myself up for this portion of the trip because, well…I don’t particularly care for mountain driving. For those who may not know, all of Illinois is about as flat as your lap top computer screen. Roads are straight and wide. Signs like the one to the right just don't exist.
1ST QUARTER
We left Sterling, CO around 4:00 in the morning. Now on I-76, we spun our wheels towards the city of Denver. I was very excited about driving through Denver because I was always curious as to what the city looked like. Granted I didn't see much from the expressway at 4:30 in the morning, but it was still interesting. The lanes, while a bit hilly in nature, were wide open. In the distance the mountains stood ominous over us, waiting for our U-Haul truck to tackle its rough terrain.
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