I definitely did not sleep well the night before… All I could do was think about those wipers and dwell on my so called “shitty luck.” The continuous rain all night didn’t help. So I got up early in the morning to see the slum I chose to camp out in. Isn’t it just absolutely gorgeous? Definitely not what I had in mind when I started this trip. Then you can see in these pictures, it is still raining. So before I could do anything, I had to figure out what I was going to do about this wiper problem. I decided I would look up a local mechanic and drive it there in the rain. But before I could do this I had to give the wipers one more look. I was so frustrated by this situation, I had to go out and at least try to fix it myself.
Well, to my surprise, I looked at the wiper motor and noticed a green ground wire had broken off. I rushed inside for my tools…I could barely contain my excitement! I couldn’t believe I found the problem and it was so easy to fix. So I grabbed some scrap wire, a screw driver and wire cutters. In like ten minutes the wipers were fixed. At that moment I realized the significance of the name “The Millennium Falcon.” This RV is exactly that, a bucket of bolts that will need tightening and worked on as you travel. I realized I am just like Han and Chewy trying to fix the hyper drive as they escape the Evil Empire. I’m trying to escape the Evil grip of the Corporate world and greed as I travel in my big bucket of bolts, fixing it along the way.
I love this RV even more now and we have grown closer over these past few days. The relationship that is building between us is going from just a simple vehicle into love of a family member. My life is in this RV’s hands and it has already helped me navigate through a storm that could have turned out fatal. And this RV needs me to fix it’s little setbacks and bring it back to the purpose it was built for. We rely on each other and I would not do this trip with any other vehicle, I don’t care how great it is. Well, thank god I fixed those wipers because the rain didn’t let up for quite awhile as I headed for one of the most beautiful drives through Glenwood Springs, Colorado.
Absolutely amazing how they build these roads up and down the mountain.
How they bore tunnels through the mountains just so we can get from one place to the other in a timely fashion.Here’s camera shots as I go in and out of a tunnel. Oh yeah, I’m getting fancy folks. Wait till you see this blog in a couple of months. I’m just learning right now…
While you are making this drive, you realize what hard work went into making this magnificent country viewable by car.
The men who designed these roads should be recognized more in history because they built landscape art that is still being admired today.
Let me tell you, the drive is not easy in an RV because you are twisting and turning, going up and down, swinging left and right… I really started to get nervous when that rain slowly turned into snow.
Here I am! I pulled over so I could take a picture with the beautiful Colorado River… Which I will be living next to for some time during my trip. I want to fish that river for a week straight, at least… I love fishing!
Here’s double trouble tunnels… Absolutely amazing… carved right out of the mountain… I would love to meet someone who worked on this project and do a story on him. I think I will look into that on my travels.
This tunnel on the left blew my mind! By the way, I was listening to Hillary Clinton doing an interview as I drove. She was talking about this great country and it really fit the scenery. Unfortunately, the radio reception got so bad, I had to shut it off.
Uh oh… is that snow???
It sure is! It can’t get more black and white than this… This is where I start to get nervous because I certainly don’t want to be driving this missile up and down, curving around a mountain in blizzard conditions…
I found a little shelter in another tunnel, but that was only temporary… It was time to find a spot to camp… I definitely did not want to relive the Grand Canyon fiasco… See folks, I do learn from my mistakes… sometimes;)
But I had to stop and take a picture of this… Also, here is a little info about this site… for the people who live in a cave, you can click on the images and they enlarge… wow!
So I pushed my chances enough today. After traveling for 6 hours I found Georgetown, Colorado…
Folks, I want to live here. Georgetown was so peaceful and quiet. Right after I parked, I went walking around the town. I saw this little cafe and went in to grab a bite to eat.
I met an older waitress there. She was the Mother of the owner. She told me all about the town. It was one of the best conversations I have had this whole trip. She told me how the population is only 1,000 but you still have your assholes… Very funny lady. She explained how you had to drive 30 minutes out of town just to see a movie. She also told me how she loves to go up to the Colorado springs and is not shy about getting in those springs naked. I wish I remembered her name…
The burger was magnificent. It was a half pounder of grass fed beef from a local farm. The chef was a man who didn’t talk much but you could see he has passion for his cooking. He gave me a one tooth missing smile as he explained where he got his beef and how natural it was. I met two amazing people who jump at the chance to tell you about their town. I will definitely be going back to visit and just may move there someday.
This is how life should be, not running around with our heads cut off, wondering what app to download next. I realize how detatched from this beautiful world I really am! It’s sad and I feel my body and mind healing as I travel this magnificent country. I find myself tearing up a lot as I see the beauty and the simplicity of our world. Why do we choose to ignore it? It is inside of us! We are a product of this world and naturally we want to be apart of it. But we spend so much time fighting it and getting wrapped up in useless crap!
Of course… after a good meal I had to take advantage of the new legalization law in Colorado… Unfortunately the experience was deflating. I walked into a dispensary. It was cold and uninviting and had that feel of “this is still not accepted and considered a controversial drug.”
The Budtenders were very rude… I asked them questions and it was like I was bothering them or something… Like I walked into their house and asked for some weed. Horrible experience.
Then I asked them why there were two different counters of bud. The guy reluctantly informed me that one was for commercial use and the other for medical. So basically, you have to have a medical card to get the strong shit. Ridiculous… but I like that they are at least trying to make progress.
The Bud I bought was over dried and weak… I was very disappointed and will go back to Colorado to investigate more. I can’t rate a whole state on one experience in east bum fuck. Who knows… they probable get crappy weed because of their location. But that was my first experience as a non-criminal smoker… take it or leave it. But at least parts of this country are trying their hardest to grow up and realize we have demonized a drug that is practically harmless… Uh oh… you don’t want me to pull out my soap box now.. I will continue on and spare you the politics… there is plenty of time for that as I travel… Trust me, I have a tape recorder that I scream my politics in so I get it out of my system… I do this so I can spare you my rants on this blog… Anyone who knows me fully understands my problem and are probably happy I am doing something about it…
So anyway… I will leave you with these beautiful pictures I took before calling it a night… So quiet, serene and just plain gorgeous… It feels like Christmas in this town and if I was to visualize where Santa Clause lives… Georgetown would be a top contender… Good night…