When Mary finishes work today,
mid-afternoon or so, we're going to pack our bags, load the car, and head west to visit daughter Jessica and son-in-law Tait in Fort Collins, Colorado. It's a Christmas visit, you might say. And Mom has not seen daughter since September, so it's time. It's 1050 miles from here to there, and the drive takes 15 hour 58 minute door-to-door, if you stop only to go to the bathroom and have one quick sandwich. (Oh, and you might have to exceed the speed limit, slightly, sometimes, and not get caught.) Such a stretch of butt-numbing is worth it, even for a weekend visit, when you're visiting family for the holidays.
We'll drive through the night. I figure one of us will get a little nap while the other is driving, then we'll reverse our roles. I expect we'll stop for breakfast somewhere in Nebraska as the sun comes up. We'll likely ring the doorbell in Fort Collins by about lunch-time tomorrow, or a little after, depending on just how often we've stopped along the way.
What are we going to do in Fort Collins? Well, there are three musts, I think, and they all relate to food: we want to eat at Mt. Everest Cafe, at Rasta Pasta, and at Lucille's. Jess, make those reservations now!
We'll need to give The Boyz some attention, those big dogs, Bodhi and Bear, photo here.
And, of course, most important, we'll spend all our time with Jess and Tait!
Bright and early Monday morning, we'll head for home, arriving here very late Monday night or very early Tuesday morning. It'll be another marathon drive, 15 hours 58 minutes.
The usual suspect will be taking care of the house and critters while we are gone. Thanks!
So, folks, sometime this afternoon I'll climb behind the wheel, back the car out of the driveway, and say, "We're off!" And we'll be on our way. Jess, I will e-mail you just before we leave.
Here we go!