Mickey and I continued driving on interstate 76 with the sun slowly making its descent behind the Rocky Mountains in the distance. I marveled at the subtle palette change as we continued towards Colorado. It was very beautiful. The hills that hugged the road were straight out of a landscape painting.
Reds.
Browns.
Oranges.
As tired as I was, it was a wonderful scene to the first day of driving. When we plotted out our route, I was worried we'd taken on too much trying to drive all the way to Colorado, but we made it.
I'm really tired. We've been driving for what seems like an eternity, and I could really use a bed. It doesn't even have to be soft or have any sheets. In fact, just a flat surface would be fine.
We arrived at a Super 8 motel around 8:00 PM. As we pulled in to the drive way I spotted this ominous concrete building sitting next to the hotel. I pointed it out to Mickey joking that that could be our hotel. Upon further inspection, we read:
STERLING CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
Comforting huh?
The evening hotel clerk greeted us with a smile. Patty I think her name was (I'm terrible with names). When she saw where we were from she asked how the drive was going. I mentioned to her how windy it was, and how I thought the U-Haul truck might have moved slightly off the road. Her eyes got big when I mentioned the wind, and she pointed behind us out the window towards the interstate. "Just a few days ago a semi truck tipped over due to the wind." It didn't help that she mentioned that the wind gets stronger.
The Marlboro Man's stern breath welcomed us to room 38A with a hearty hello. Mickey turned on the TV as I sat on the bed with my head in my hands. I had no energy to talk. I had no energy to look. I had no energy to listen. Sitting on the bed, I felt my body slowly flip the switch to the off position. Noticing this, Mickey took off my shoes and socks and pushed my weary body under the sheets.
Reds.
Browns.
Oranges.
As tired as I was, it was a wonderful scene to the first day of driving. When we plotted out our route, I was worried we'd taken on too much trying to drive all the way to Colorado, but we made it.
I'm really tired. We've been driving for what seems like an eternity, and I could really use a bed. It doesn't even have to be soft or have any sheets. In fact, just a flat surface would be fine.
We arrived at a Super 8 motel around 8:00 PM. As we pulled in to the drive way I spotted this ominous concrete building sitting next to the hotel. I pointed it out to Mickey joking that that could be our hotel. Upon further inspection, we read:
STERLING CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
Comforting huh?
The evening hotel clerk greeted us with a smile. Patty I think her name was (I'm terrible with names). When she saw where we were from she asked how the drive was going. I mentioned to her how windy it was, and how I thought the U-Haul truck might have moved slightly off the road. Her eyes got big when I mentioned the wind, and she pointed behind us out the window towards the interstate. "Just a few days ago a semi truck tipped over due to the wind." It didn't help that she mentioned that the wind gets stronger.
The Marlboro Man's stern breath welcomed us to room 38A with a hearty hello. Mickey turned on the TV as I sat on the bed with my head in my hands. I had no energy to talk. I had no energy to look. I had no energy to listen. Sitting on the bed, I felt my body slowly flip the switch to the off position. Noticing this, Mickey took off my shoes and socks and pushed my weary body under the sheets.
2 comments:
funny you mentioned the wind.... well, not funny actually. about 2 years ago while candy was pregnant with avery. Her pops decided to move out to arizona. he had the biggest uhaul they had. he was driving thru joliet to pick up some stuff and the wind caught hold of that truck while he was making a left turn on some country road and rolled the truck 3 times. yeah, luckily he paid the few extra bucks for the insurance. the front of the truck was gone and the roof of the storage area was peeled back like a sardine can. he came out of there with some cuts and bruises and surprisingly most of his stuff was not damaged. really, the only thing he could have done was slow down even more. there were no trees or buildings to block the wind.
It's seriously no joke out here.
Like, the forecasts out west show temperature and wind speed.
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