Last week we were in Florida, swimming and getting attacked by fish and enjoying tropical weather and two days ago we were in Denver, looking at snowy mountains and walking through a prairie dog town.
I'm going to miss that diversity.
One thing I won't miss, however, is this:
Himself: "Hi, we'd like to buy a shower, please."
Truck stop cashier: "Ok. But it will be a few minutes, they are being cleaned, but someone went to the bathroom in one and it may take a while."
I won't elaborate any further, other than to say that the shower rooms at this truck stop have no toilets in them. And she wasn't talking about pee.
To help you erase that lovely image from your mind, I leave you with this picture, showing what happens to a bag of Doritos when it travels from sea level to the Mile High City:
You should see what it does to a squirt bottle of mustard when I open it, but you have been traumatized enough. For today.