Road Signs

They’re very small in OK, KS, CO and not in WY as we’re only 12 miles in. Very small and with a lot of verbiage. “Make sure you don’t do this because it’s against state law.” When you’re 1/4 mile away you see the sign, try to read it and miss most of it because you have to keep your eyes on the road.

Signage is bad, as in none from TX to I-35 North to OK City, and none whatsoever guiding one to true I-70 to Denver. I did pass one sign that said the next three exits would take one to the Pike’s Peak area, an area that my Aunt Lorna explored as a twenty-something en route from SF, in her Mustang. I thought of her today.

We had no time to loiter, however, as we need to get to our destination and find a place to live.

I had a dream last night that we had an additional box to pack, not a box, a drawer, a shallow drawer. And I needed to pick up jigsaw puzzle pieces. Think what a shrink could do with that one. There were other things in the drawer but I don’t remember.

I enjoyed driving a checkerboard state, as I’ve only seen them from 35,000 feet. As for Denver, we were tolled $7.50 each car to drive five miles. Smog, yuck, I never saw the City but what people go through to work there looks abominable and we hit the outskirts at 4:00 p.m. pre-rush hour.

Wish we could spend a bit of time in Cheyenne but we really do need to finish this endless journey. We did great on the driving, the packing and moving fell behind.

This hotel is lovely, and for the weekend it is populated by beauty pageant contestants and the “Border Queens” of the Ms. Wyoming Pageant. The Border Queens are here at the hotel tonight and it’s a sight to see. There are a few people I know who would like to take that title, but not in this venue.

It’s quiet, Jim and Zoe are sleeping soundly (it makes a difference when there are actual walls between rooms, which folks understood when this was built in 1911). Otherwise Zoe protects us from every voice, door opening, etc. in a hotel because she’s not used to the sounds.

Off to bed now. More at our final destination, no not THAT one. Dee

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