Denver & South Fork, Colorado, A Journey pt. 3

Fying into Denver, seeing those huge mountains in the distance, it’s still so weird that we were there. I never would have guessed a few years ago that we would have made it out that far west, that far from home. Hubby hates flying, so his willingness to go out there for one of our longest known friends was the only reason we made it! And we just barely did.

After a near miss in midair freak out, we grabbed our rental car and started out on our five hour drive through the Rockies. In the middle of the night.

Denver seemed to stretch for miles in the valley beneath the mountain, and I felt a large familiarity as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic, but as the miles slowly slipped away, the mountains suddenly popped up and we’re right next to us as if we had only blinked. I swear the sun was more intense at that altitude as it descended below the looming mountains, and the night sky began to sprout sparkling light. I had no idea how much manufacturing was based out of Denver, but the Purina plant sticks out in mind the largest with it’s signature pet food smell. The skyline of Downtown sprawled across the horizon as the city passed us by just as the interstate gave way to the mountain pass.

Two things I realized about Colorado during this drive which may be exclusive to the mountain roads. One, whoever built the roads does not believe in guardrails, probably because if you’re going to fall, your gone regardless of speed. And two, streetlights are reserved for cities.

After a five hour plane ride, we drove for two and half hours in the darkest night I have ever seen on the windiest roads I have ever been on before we called it a night for sanity and safety reasons. We figured we’d finish the last half in the morning, so we pulled into the least spookiest hotel we could find. (I’ve seen too many scary movies to stay in a small hotel in a small town as a tourist.) 

Sleeping was another oddity at that elevation. Every time I tried to slip into a deep sleep, my breathing would cause we to wake again. My mind wouldn’t shut off, and my dreams sent me on wild rides through the dark mountains. I woke up many times through the night trying to catch my breath as my heart raced from my latest dream.

When we woke up in the morning, I dreaded getting back in the car and continuing the drive on those roads, but I wanted so badly to see my friend. With coffee in hand, hubby and I pushed on to South Fork, and our final destination for the weekend. We passed red rock mountain after mountain, but the last half of the drive was nowhere near as teeth clenching as the first. With the sun shining brightly, the land lit up in it’s vast array of colors of the changing leaves, rocks, and valley floors. It was beautiful! All apprehension melted away as the last two and a half hours melted away in gorgeous sights and breathtaking scenery! 

When we finally arrived in the sleep  it off South Fork, we checked into the hotel and before even making it to our room, we were out of breath! At 8,000 feet, breathing at what we knew was a normal rate was going to be hard!

Please, Don’t Drink and Drive!

I’m going to go on a bit of a rant here, so you have been warned.cuc6e2rngiy-zachary-staines.jpg

My best friend of fifteen years died in a car accident six months ago due to a drunk driver, and a few days ago, my cousin and her husband were in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. My cousin and her husband are in the hospital. The husband is O.K. A few broken bones and bruises, but my cousin had to have surgery due to bones puncturing her organs and has various other broken bones such as her arm and leg. She’s out of surgery and breathing on her own, but she’ll be in the hospital for a while rather than spending time with her family.

I am so sick of this selfish act hurting my loved ones! Why do people think they are indestructible or that they won’t make a mistake and possibly injure or kill someone by driving drunk? Why is it so hard to call a cab? Why is it so hard not to over-drink, or to think ahead and have a designated sober driver, or to have a ride lined up for the end of the night? Why do people drive drunk?

I am beside myself trying to understand! I just can’t wrap my head around it. It is one of the easily avoidable tragedies in our modern world if only people care more about others than they do themselves. What are you so concerned about? Leaving your car somewhere over night? The inconvenience of having to go back and get it the next day? Well, first off, you should have thought of that ahead of time as a grown adult. Second, why can’t you see the greater risk of literally tearing not only your life apart, but others as well!

If you’ve made it this far, I thank you for sticking around. I don’t typically choose to go on tirades, but at this moment in time, my heart is hurting so much for those affected by this selfish act that I had to release it. Please, I beg of you, do not drive drunk. Even if you think you can make it home, please don’t.thisisatest

Maybe I should join MADD. Anyone have any information on this organization? I’ll definitely be starting my research tonight. Maybe I could create some sort of movement that would allow an insuranced driver to write off their taxi bill if they were in an inebriated state and couldn’t drive. Would that help? I’m not sure, but we have to start somewhere. Too many are taken too soon or injured too greatly not to try something!