And we were off!!!!!

Andrea picked me up from the Denver airport around 8:30pm. Armed with burritos (a must) and all things important for car camping (wine, fresh veggies, fancy outfits) we torn up I-70 heading west to Telluride. It was dark almost immediately. The original plan was that we drive until we were tired and then camp somewhere, get up and drive the next day. About 30 minutes into the drive I made the executive decision that we were going all the way! Wooot woot, even doing our very best that meant that we would get there at 3am.

Whatevea - I do what I want.

Andrea drove to about midnight, I took over and busted out the old verizon navigator. After getting slightly lost in Grand Junction we were on our way, heading down route 50. It was not so bad at first. But, then I got bored, and started having flash backs of my ridiculous drive to Austin. "Dude, you are in the mountains, there are no tornados." Andrea murmured, as I grumbled that it looked "too" cloudy. Then the road started going all kinds of ridiculous turny, up-downy. I swear to god we took so many turns that I thought we were heading back to Boulder. But, no we got there. But I had "x-itis" and was a super grump by the time we were about 7 miles outside of Telluride. We were stopped by the stoned-est or stupidest yokel in the world.

Him: "Where are you all going?"

Us: "Family Camping"

Him: "Well there are alot of those around here." (sidenote: no there are not, there is only one).

Us: "Well it is at the high school."

Him: "Oh the High School?"

Us: "Yes, do you know where it is?"

Him: "Uh, yeah, it is down that a-way." As he lamely waves his hand in the dark in the general direction of town.

Us: "Okay, thanks . . . "

And I proceed to grumble and bitch all the way to the campsite about his ridiculousness. I get to camp, cannot think about parking, unloading, setting up tent. I run to the bathroom, correction, port-a-john. Then I lamely sit as Andrea deals with the whole tent setup. I was so tired, I just wanted to go to sleep. What do I do? Strip down to shorts and a t-shirt and throw the sleeping bag over me like a blanket. TIMES THE F OUT. It is somewhere between 39 and 45 degrees outside. I just dressed like I am cruising around Austin's 90 degree nights. In short order I freeze, wake up, stumble around family camping, put on more clothes, go over to the play ground and lay down in the mulch (which was warm). Watch the sun come up, finally stumble back to the tent, fall asleep for an hour, get up and start the festival-ing.