"Fun" vacations to take...
...Probabably don't include what we are about to embark on, but dammit, I need to get away from all this shit even if it is a PITA and fairly short. Tomorrow we will be leaving as early as possible (for us) to head west, to the mountains, for our postponed Thanksgiving trip to see my mother and step-father. I was kind of pissed when I realized how messed up my schedule got around the holidays this year. My mom and I scrambled to find a suitable alternative, and this weekend was it, because I only have to use 8 hours of leave time to take four days off (thanks to not having much time off for the last two weeks), and it happens to be her birthday on Sunday. So I was really lonely on Thanksgiving, but looking forward to this weekend.
Fast forward to the fact that it was practically a sauna on Thanksgiving compared to the weather we are facing tomorrow. I am sure I don't have to tell you readers that a major storm had its way with the USA this week, and that means our usual route to mom's house, over McClure PAss, got 28 inches of snow yesterday. Rifle got 24 and Glenwood got about 18. Good gravy I don't even know what happened at Eisenhower Tunnel and Vail Pass, but we are determined. We have decided to go through Glenwood to Clifton/Delta instead of taking the scary as hell drive over McClure (winding, narrow, two lane road with no shoulders or guard rails in two feet+ of snow? HELL NO!).
So wish us luck, on our 6 hour drive. We have had worse. There was one Thanksgiving where we had to get to grandma's house (and THEN mom's house, another 2.5 hours) via Steamboat Springs because of a rockslide. That added eight hours into our drive, so a mild six hour affair seems breezy, right? Right?
Man, I would stay home and warm if I didn't need a mental vacation so badly after this horrible week, and if my mother wasn't so excited about our arrival.
In other news, it is weird, but at our weekly Twin Peaks night tonight, I halfway convinced myself I had met my pup Genghis's litter mate. His name is Saki, and he looks almost exactly like Genghis, and when I whipped out my camera to show his owner picture sof my guy, the owner's jaw hit the floor a little bit. Same age, same markings, same build. Weird, eh?
Fast forward to the fact that it was practically a sauna on Thanksgiving compared to the weather we are facing tomorrow. I am sure I don't have to tell you readers that a major storm had its way with the USA this week, and that means our usual route to mom's house, over McClure PAss, got 28 inches of snow yesterday. Rifle got 24 and Glenwood got about 18. Good gravy I don't even know what happened at Eisenhower Tunnel and Vail Pass, but we are determined. We have decided to go through Glenwood to Clifton/Delta instead of taking the scary as hell drive over McClure (winding, narrow, two lane road with no shoulders or guard rails in two feet+ of snow? HELL NO!).
So wish us luck, on our 6 hour drive. We have had worse. There was one Thanksgiving where we had to get to grandma's house (and THEN mom's house, another 2.5 hours) via Steamboat Springs because of a rockslide. That added eight hours into our drive, so a mild six hour affair seems breezy, right? Right?
Man, I would stay home and warm if I didn't need a mental vacation so badly after this horrible week, and if my mother wasn't so excited about our arrival.
In other news, it is weird, but at our weekly Twin Peaks night tonight, I halfway convinced myself I had met my pup Genghis's litter mate. His name is Saki, and he looks almost exactly like Genghis, and when I whipped out my camera to show his owner picture sof my guy, the owner's jaw hit the floor a little bit. Same age, same markings, same build. Weird, eh?