Our five-day trip last week was a mission to retrieve the last of our things from the storage facility in Colorado, where we’d left it all before heading out on our whirlwind summer that ultimately deposited us, unexpectedly, here in Reno permanently. We hopped a train to Denver, hired a truck there to drive south to Alamosa, got to see some good friends, loaded the truck until it was bursting at the seams, camped at the Great Sand Dunes, hiked a good seven miles the next morning, then said goodbye and headed home via Utah.
All told we were delayed five hours by late trains on Sunday, missed a chance for dinner with Kyle and Amanda and had a $100 bill stolen on Monday, searched into the wee hours of morning for a good camp on Wednesday and got to spend a whole four hours in a Salt Lake City hotel room on Thursday before we had to rush home. At least Tuesday was uneventful, as bad news goes.
But we did have fun traveling bohemian-style all by ourselves with no other living things to entertain or keep track of, something we’ve rarely had a chance to do in our seven years together. And now we’ve got all our stuff back and in one place - which makes Shane very happy and makes me wish I had a bigger garbage can.