Today was our first day on the drive home. We woke and breakfast in Moab at 4000 feet, the weather at 8 a.m. was 87 degrees on the way to an estimated high of 97. We had a great last breakfast at the B&B, packed up the car, put the top down and were on our way. The drive through the remainder of Utah was uneventful. After about 3 hours we were in Colorado at the foot of the Rockies.
Sue took over the driving and we climbed to over 10,000, past Vail, Breckenridge, and the other ski towns. About 30 miles short of Denver the heavens started spitting, so we stopped to put the top up on the car. We hit Denver about 2 p.m. and stopped for lunch at a nice little Italian place.
After lunch, we flopped back into the car with a flexible plan on where to stop for the night. At a minimum, we wanted to make it to Fort Meyers, Colo.; but we hopped to get as far as Grand Island, Neb., if the wind was at our backs and our sails were
full. Sue was once again at the helm (sorry, I seem to have gone all nautical) and we drove out of the city into the seemingly endless flat plains. The traffic wasn’t bad and soon the miles were falling away. As we drove east, we noticed that the temperature had dropped precipitously. It was in the mid-50s outside and we were down to about 2,800 feet. At about 7 p.m. CDT, we passed into Nebraska and it started raining, for much of the time the rain was relatively mild, but enough to make us decide to stop in North Platte. About 45 minutes away, the heavens opened up and it poured. At about 8 p.m. we arrived at our hotel, cold and tired (I already miss 100 degrees and not a cloud in the sky!). Once in the room we turned in the heat. 😪
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Don’t fret it is HOT in Chicago, Sounds like a wonderful trip. Stay Safe. Love and Hugs,Mom