The weather was against us. I had no desire to drive home in the snow, so we checked into a Hampton Inn near the Denver airport, ordered pizza, and called it a night.
Next morning, I was up and out the door by 6:30, greeted by these warnings on the highway. Mark had to wait until 4 pm to catch a flight to PDX, then rent a car to drive to Salem.
We both got home about the same time. As I look out the window this morning, I'm glad for the choice we made.
The radar weather today from Denver to Minneapolis would not have been fun. It took me 14 hours with good roads. I've driven bad roads as a field sales rep, it's nothing to take lightly.
What was accomplished this trip? (In no particular order)
- I spent two weeks with Mark, my brother and my best friend, one of my few friends in decades.
- That taught me a bit about why I don't have more friends, I'm not easy.
- We both learned what impact our fucked up childhood still has on us today.
- I got to see the West!
- Cutting across the route we took was a first for us both.
The original route through Mesa Verde would have gotten me home the 30th.
What we ended up driving, due to weather warnings.
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