Jane and I have been back from our journey out west since last Thursday. We came back early because Mom had fallen. As posted earlier...she's coming along fine now that she's back "home" at Bethany Homes. She was thrilled to see us. We left on July 25th at about 11am. We settled in Valentine Nebraska that evening and had a fine night. The drive was peaceful and lovely. The Rosebud Indian Reservation through which we traveled was serene but disquieting. I was concerned that the car might break down and we'd be FOREVER away from any sort of help AAA could offer. However, we motored on through and settled in Valentine at a nice roadside flop. I don't recall which place it was but we roomed next to a buncha' Trailer Park Boys and their abused wives. Such catterwalling and arguing. It kept Jane awake. I awaken for little, shy of an earthquake.
Bright and semi-early on Saturday we headed for Denver, via North Platte Nebraska. It was a six hour drive to Denver. We used a GPS system with an Asian-sounding electronice/digital voiced female. She gave us precise directions to Curt's place in Littleton, home of Columbine High School. The carnage was still fresh in our minds as we walked by the memorial to the dead and injured of that ridiculous example of American youth run amuck. A lovely spot, but rife with awful memories. Those poor kids...parents...and teachers.
Yet to come: Escaping Denver, sneaking into Salt Lake City and Pocatello.