|Freshly chipped road that chipped our toad|
The map says it is 243 miles from Denver to Grand Junction, CO. We left the Denver area on Richard's birthday, June 26th and arrived here in Grand Junction at almost midnight last night... four days later. And this is not where we planned to come at all! Here's how it happened:
|Karval Public Schools (PreK-12)|
|Wyatt and Julia|
Next, we stopped in LaJunta to see daughter-in-law Julia and grandson Wyatt. We kept them up late visiting at the Village Inn then parked at Wal-Mart to spend the night and share breakfast with them in the morning. We will see them again in Delta the first week of July.
It was afternoon and 106 degrees by the time we got back on the road on day two. Heat is an enemy, especially when we are sitting still. Our animals cannot take heat, so we end up running the propane generator a lot.
|Our front yard for a while|
Some folks watch TV, but we were spotting eagles and other wildlife and enjoying the sweet smells of the countryside after a rain. The temperatures dropped with the sun and we were actually chilly by the time we went inside at dusk. How warm and snug our Safari felt and we nestled down early for a much needed night's sleep. I always sleep better out in the country.
By noon of day three, we had arrived in Gunnison, CO and toured Western State College (now renamed) where Richard got both his BA and MA degrees and I worked on my MA. We ate lunch at the infamous Mario's Pizza. I am almost 73 years old and have never had better pizza or garlic bread than Mario's serves, EVER!
|Broken throttle cable|
We really thought our throttle problem would be a simple fix, one that could be done right where we sat, so when we called our emergency road service carrier, CoachNet, we chose roadside service instead of a tow. You can only choose one or the other. They soon had a man out to help us, except this man didn't or couldn't deal with it nor could another man he sent out to us later in the day. The first man charged us, the second didn't. Neither of us is mechanically inclined, but we are blessed to belong to several RV email lists, including Safari owner lists. The folks on these lists are amazing and such a comfort, too. We are learning much from them.
Meanwhile, the temperature was rising and our propane supply was falling fast. We had to get propane and soon! Not far down US 50 was a small truck stop, so we idled our way to it driving 5 mph on the shoulder. Propane is expensive, but this heat allows us little choice. The Montrose Truck Stop does not allow RV parking, even if you did just pay a bundle for a load of propane, but Richard sweet talked them into letting us park off in a corner next to an empty, but unwashed cattle trailer which became our front yard for a day.
|Our front yard at Trans West|
Sometimes our front yard is full of scenic beauty, and sometimes not. We compensated by going for an impromptu ride, no particular destination in mind. After poking around the outskirts of town we stumbled upon the entrance to the Colorado National Monument and even though it was very late in the afternoon, we decided to drive the 23 mile scenic Rim Rock drive. It was a lovely way to spend the Sabbath afternoon... but I must say, I still miss the folks at Beit Yisrael.
|View from Rim Rock drive in Colorado Nat'l Monument|