“It’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
I woke up at 4:30am and couldn’t get back to sleep. At 5:30, I ran to Wells Fargo to withdraw travel money. With a letter to my fellow hostelers and confirmation of a Third Man Records visit, I shake hands with Ron the owner and jump in Tara’s car at 7:40am. By 8:40, we are out of the city.
The first pit stop is at 6 Row Brewery in St. Louis. Their style pizza “on a cracker crust” is delicious. Around the corner is last year’s national champion for ribs. $14 and a check on the bucket list later, we are headed to Kansas for camping.
The 40mph gusts are too much for a tent, so for $24 more we get a cabin. Spliff, 2011 Dreaming Tree Cab-Sauv and night night.
After Starbucks and repacking the sedan, we leave KOA at 8:15ish. Cutting the state into pieces is the trick. I’m sitting in Denver’s “voted best” coffee shop before 2pm. A lifting hug and Tara is headed to Grand Junction. Thanks Tara. I wander down Larimer St. to wait for Grandma and her boyfriend at a brewery. Great Divide has 13 national and international beer medals. It’s funny how things work out when you let them.