Road trip! Road trip! We're on the road again. The adventure continues.
This is not for fun, though. This is a business trip. Seven clients and a
conference in six weeks. No time for fun there.
To start it all off, we left right at the beginning of a predicted big
spring storm. We drove through scattered rain showers all the way up to the
Eisenhower tunnel, and popped out the other side to dry roads. Rode the
engine brake down the other side to stop and have lunch at the Dillon Lake
overlook. Turned left at Copper Mountain and into the snow. Drove through
snow the rest of the way. Drove over Fremont Pass. No problem. Arrived
and parked nice and early at the Leadville RV Corral, elevation 10,000 feet.
A 100 mile day.
Explored town in the Jeep while it was still light. We haven't ever
explored around Leadville before. Found the road to Mosquito Pass, the
highest 4-wheel drive road in the country. We'll probably drive over that
some other time. Found Turquoise Lake. It wasn't turquoise at all. It was
white. Frozen white disappearing into the snowstorm. It was a little hard
to spot at first. White on white. Found some roads out by the lake that
hadn't been plowed yet for the season. Played in the snowdrifts with the
Jeep. Found the train station. They have an old train station, an old
steam engine, some wobbly old track, and a train ride. Can't ride the train
this trip. They won't open it for another month. Oh yeah, we found the
client office for tomorrow too.
This storm is supposed to drop thirty inches of snow on Leadville. It has
snowed the whole time since we got here, but not much has accumulated. No
way it could snow thirty inches overnight. Right?
We visited with the Park Managers here. They live year-round in Leadville
and keep this RV park open. It's open, but we didn't' have any trouble find
space here. They are preparing to leave, though. Guess Leadville isn't
cold enough for them. They're headed for Alaska. They want to live there
in their trailer for at least a year. He's signed up to be a musher for dog
sled tours. They want 24 hours of daylight. They want 24 hours of
darkness. They want northern lights. They want it all.
Rags made it about 10 minutes before we had to drug him. We moved into the
motorhome three days before we left on this trip to give everyone a chance
to acclimate. It worked for Judy and me. It didn't work for Rags. He gets
motion sick. He has to get used to the motion before he's okay.
This is such a cool idea, to drive around and work with nonprofit
organizations all over the state. But as we drive deep into the mountains
in a snowstorm, I'm thinking it would be an even better idea in July. So,
Jamie, let's plan on a May/June mailing of the flyer again, hoping we catch
the attention of some June year-end nonprofits that might want us to come
out in August or September.
Tomorrow, it's off to work.
