It is about 1050 miles
door-to-door, Fairwater to Fort Collins, Colorado; about 2100 miles round trip. Some would say that's a lot of driving for a weekend visit. Turns out it was just fine for us.
We left Fairwater about 5:00 p.m. on Thursday and drove through the night. I took the first stretch, from Fairwater to Omaha, about half the distance, then Mary drove the hard hours during our normal sleep time, from Omaha to North Platte, Nebraska. We stopped for breakfast about 5:00 a.m. in North Platte. We arrived in Fort Collins at 9:30 a.m. Mountain Time.
We had a wonderful visit with daughter Jessica and son-in-law Tait and our grand-dogs Bodhi and Bear. We got to eat at all the places in Fort Collins that I wanted to re-visit, and I found a new desseert at the Mt. Everest Himalayan restaurant at Shields and Drake - made of carrots and sugar (no doubt) and butter and spices. I'd never had such a dessert before, but will want to have it again.
We met a friend for supper in Boulder on Saturday. She is a poet enrolled in the MFA program at the Naropa Institute, so you might imagine there was a bit of discussion of poetry at our end of the table. I must say, wife and daughter and son-in-law were graciously tolerant of all the poet-talk. Thank you!
Sunday was a leisurely laze of a day for us. I don't think we had to do anything we didn't want to. A co-worker of Jessica's from Fort Collins and a good friend from Denver joined us for supper - pumpkin-stuffed pasta in Jessica's signature sauce. Bread and wine and a lot of goofy good cheer. A wonderful meal.
Which put us in the requisite stupor so that we got to sleep early, so we could get up early. Departure time: 5:00 a.m. MST. I drove the first leg of our return trip.
We stopped for breakfast in North Platte, again, and overhead a woman in a booth nearby talking about the bad road conditions to the east along I-80. Apparently a semi had slid off the road in the wet or icy conditions. We had blue sky and sunshine in North Platte. What lay ahead?
Fog and rain and gloomy sky pretty much the whole way back to Fairwater, that is what lay ahead. Fortunately we didn't encounter any icy conditions.
We stopped for an early supper at Adair, Iowa - a bowl of chili and a little loaf of bread for me; a dinner salad and the enchilada casserole for Mary. We knew the food wouldn't be too spicy when the waitress pronounced the "I" of Italian dressing; it was the long "I" of those who like plain food. A little plain food is good for me now and again, to remind me where I've come from. (I did have to make my own pot of chili yesterday, however, just to assure myself that chili doesn't have to be bland.)
Mary drove us across Iowa from Adair to Dubuque, through the worsening fog and gloom and the onset of darkness, then I returned to the pilot seat for the final leg. It was about Madison and we were about an hour from home when Mary observed that it had been a good trip and that traveling by car had not been bad, and "maybe we should consider driving to Cozumel in January, instead of flying - how long do you think it would take?"
We were unloading in Fairwater by 11:00 p.m. CST.
Not a bad weekend at all. In fact, we had such a terrific visit that we might have to do it again, now that we know we can go out on Thursday night and come back on Monday and have such a good time at it.
Thanks, Jess and Tait, for the wonderful care you gave us! We had a terrific visit.