After spending a few days with Dad and Air conditioner, Onion and I set out on the next leg of our journey back to Colorado. After packing two giant suitcases to the brim, each weighing in at exactly 50 pounds, and attempting to drug Onion with children's Benedryl, we all made our way to the airport.
Onion settled in well for a while and was gem on the plane. I happened to be on the most talkative plane in the history of the world. I had a young girl in front of me dragging her row partner into the complimentary airplane crossword puzzle. And I don't mean to be a jerk, but they sucked. Then behind me I had a very bright eyed architecture student trying to impress another college student with his insights into such names as Gaudi, Libeskind, and Pei and how they all didn't get it because they're buildings couldn't be cleaned or furnished properly. I can't wait to see what this joker comes up with. There were many other interesting conversations but those two entertained me completely for the 2 hour ride into Denver.
Mom picked me up and we headed west toward the mountains at sunset. See.
We arrived into Basalt around 1230 and hit the hay. Here's a pic of this quaint little town this is the old hotel that is now a posh restaurant. Now I'm off for a bike ride. See you later suckers.
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