Maybe 25 minutes out of my driveway, my car loaded with every piece of summer clothing and possible toiletry I own, along with my critters, I realized I had left the dog’s bowls behind. I had an extra, but it was on the floor in the back of my SUV when I loaded it up. It wouldn’t have taken THAT much time to go back, but I had already said goodbye to the apartment, and I didn’t want to retrace those steps. So I stopped at Wal-Mart. Dog bowls purchased, I was again on my way.
Once on the interstate, I realized that my shiny, happy, new GPS needed to plug into my power outlet, duh, but so did my FM transmitter/iPhone charger. And no way in harmonica am I gonna make it across the nation without my tunes. So in Grand Junction (90 minutes after WalMart) I stopped at Best Buy (which I used my new GPS to find, thankyouverymuch) to purchase a power-splitter thingy.
After wandering the BestBuy and looking lost in front of multiple employees for ten minutes (remind me to write to Best Buy about that), I finally asked someone for help, found my needed item, and hit the road. Again. Trying to find my way back onto the interstate, and without the ability to see much from my rear or passenger-side view mirrors (boxes and cat carriers, you know), I did have the ability to hear. Which is good, because I might not have otherwise known that a motorcycle police officer was pulling me over. I was apparently speeding my way out of Grand Junction, and this would not do. I had missed a speed limit sign. Not that I was looking for it.
After commenting on the weight of one of my kitties (“that is one BIG cat”) and nicely enough cutting down my speed from 15 over to 9 over the limit, I received my ticket and we were on the road again. Again.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that my phone charger thingy wasn’t having it. For some reason it just wouldn’t work with the brand new splitter. My detour through Junction and therefore my speeding ticket? In vain.
Anyway, I didn’t care, I was off! To new worlds! Before long I found myself in the absolutely charming town of Ridgway, where I planned to eat lunch in the True Grit Café which is supposedly also very charming and my step-dad loves John Wayne, so that’d be cool and it’s my adventure and won’t it be fun! Except I was only a tiny bit hungry. And the two shopping stops and the speeding ticket had set me back on some time. And I didn’t really want to leave the animals in the car alone while I ate lunch by myself. So I didn’t. I got back in the car after Max’s pit stop and pressed on. First intended roadside attraction: scratched from the playbill.
I was on to a section of road between Ouray and Durango that is quite beautiful, Red Mountain Pass. It is phenomenally gorgeous.
And steep. And curvy. And without guard rails…