It took me more than two hours to navigate what my GPS informed me was the shortest alternate route, via a tiny, twisting, two-lane road through Pike National Forest, a deserted and partially charred mountainous area with no cell phone reception and the occasional ominous sign that warned “In Case of Flash Flood, Seek High Ground”. The rain continued the whole trip, but I was somewhat reassured by the fact that every so often I would meet a car headed in the opposite direction, which indicated the road in front of me was passable. I did repeatedly experience an unpleasant feeling of disorientation—I could not tell if I was going up a hill or down one half the time, like an airplane pilot without any visible horizon. This was tremendously disconcerting, and I kept taking my foot off the gas in an effort to get my attitude. The roads in Colorado don’t have reflective paint (apparently it is easily scraped off by snowplows), and wet pavement is always visually tricky, especially in the dark. I was very grateful to get home safely. And utterly tired. Folks in Boulder and elsewhere are inundated, and schools are cancelled in some areas due to safety concerns. My cousins and I had planned to go to Rocky Mountain National Park tomorrow, but as of this evening the road there was closed due to flooding, so we may just sleep in tomorrow and eat large portions of homemade baked goods.
Ah, I can think of possibilities for use of this particular piece of currency!
The extent of the visibility on Pike's Peak this afternoon.
Why go out when you can be curled up warm and dry in bed? The junior kitty wasn't budging from her comfortable nap spot.