My granddaughter went to a "Princess party", I know, I know, I never heard of anything like that either but apparently it's a "thing". And this is her "I'm a princess and you will bow down to me" face.
The hill climb race in Grand Junction Colorado is coming up next weekend and since I need to get there early to get a good boondocking spot, I was planning on leaving Denver about Wednesday that way I wouldn't have to hurry on the 250 mile drive to Grand Junction.
A driver at the last hill climb told me it was best to get there Thursday to get a good spot because people will start pouring in on Friday. And since I drive low, slow, and stop often to smell the roses, leaving Wednesday sounds about right. I know of some boondocking spots on the way, and there's a Walmart in Glenwood Springs that allows overnight boondocking if the need should arise.
It's still tourist season in Colorado but next weekend will mark the end of it and 95% of the tourist will go back from whence they came, much to the delight to those of us that sort of live here. Things will remain peaceful and uncrowded until the leaves start to change colors then the mountains will be packed with gazillions of leaf peepers and become uninhabitable by the locals for about three weeks.
It feels like I just got to Denver and now here I am talking about Fall, it's the same thing every year, the weeks go by like days and the months go by like weeks, time is going by so quickly I need to somehow make myself miserable so time will slowly drag by. But how can I do that? I'm living the life that I love and I'm loving the life I live, how can I be unhappy doing that?
The last time I can remember when the minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like days, was when I had a job. If that's what it takes to slow down time I'll stick with the life I'm living and just be thankful that I got to live even one day of it.