9:36 p.m. I'm laying in my claustrophobic yet surprisingly comfortable RV bed outside of Telluride, CO. I've got a glass of wine in a red plastic cup because I'm classy that way. Ken is reading "Runner's World" because what else do you read at 9:36 pm at night in your RV when you have no cable? Oh Bachelorette I miss thee.
It's been an adventure thus far. Yesterday Ken ran into a tree branch and broke off the passenger side mirror which is as big as Oprah's butt. That should cost several race entries.
Last night we slept by the gorgeous Arkansas River in Salida, Colorado.
This morning I emptied the toilet. I laid a few good ones in there:
This morning I also took a beautiful six mile run from the RV park into town. Running cures all.
We drove and drove today until we got to the amazingly scenic town of Ouray. We are at 7,600 feet, surrounded by towering peaks and other RVers. Quite an interesting yet friendly and colorful crowd. We went to dinner tonight in town at a Mexican restaurant. Sam dripped fajita juice on his Bolder Boulder race shirt. Ken said, "Wow, looks like when mom gets the shits while running":
Tomorrow we are off to Gunnison, CO. It is close quarters, but there is something very sweet about having your whole family within an arm's reach.