Denver was a first for RaeRay. We had never seen a place where marijuana was legal – and we mean really legal. Those who use it must have a red card, but dispensaries line the city streets. Most of the storefronts are green; some are quite subtle and others are obvious. Some even advertise offering medical exams. Who in the 1970s ever expected this day to really come? Who else ever expected it to take this long?
RaeRay covered 835 miles today. It took almost exactly 12 hours. RaeRay drove halfway across Colorado and the entire width of both Kansas and Missouri. The trip was from Denver to St. Louis with stops at the Kansas state line, three service stations, and a Five Guys restaurant in Columbia, MO. Columbia is the home of the University of Missouri, and we needed to welcome the Mizzou into the Southeastern Conference. Coincidentally, the song “We Are the Champions” was playing on the restaurant’s PA system as we entered. We proudly announced that we were from Alabama, home of the Crimson Tide. Morgan had made a similar announcement to a group of guests in Burbank several days earlier. As she and Tessa ran back to the car after checking in for “The Tonight Show With Jay Leno,” the strangers asked for $3 – they didn’t have the $5 for parking. Morgan had left her purse behind and was force to admit, “We’re from Alabama; all we have is a good football team.”
We left the Rocky Mountains behind this morning after a fine buffet at the Grand Hyatt. It would have cost $17 each, except for the fact that is was included with the room. It made the price easier to bear. The hotel’s wireless on the 15th floor locked up my computer for the morning, but it seems fine now that we are settled in the Pear Tree Inn by Drury in St. Louis.
States sure make it difficult for travelers such as RaeRay, who want to document each border with a photograph. We managed to race across I-70 on the Colorado-Kansas line to snap a photo of ourselves in front of both welcome signs. We were prepared for the Missouri line as we raced through Kansas City, but the state line was a banner just before an underpass beneath the city’s Convention Center. We’ll have to wait for another sign leaving Missouri, but it will also be in the center of St. Louis. We’ll deal with that in Day 9..
We watched the snow-capped mountains disappear in the rear-view mirror as the terrain became dust and shrubs. It transitioned into green fields and grain silos, then windmills and oil wells. It was a long and monotonous ride to the sounds of musicians ranging from vintage Bob Dylan to contemporary Foster the People. Morgan drove the first 500 miles with no complaints. The entire trip home on Day 9 will be only 435 miles.
RaeRay covered 835 miles today. It took almost exactly 12 hours. RaeRay drove halfway across Colorado and the entire width of both Kansas and Missouri. The trip was from Denver to St. Louis with stops at the Kansas state line, three service stations, and a Five Guys restaurant in Columbia, MO. Columbia is the home of the University of Missouri, and we needed to welcome the Mizzou into the Southeastern Conference. Coincidentally, the song “We Are the Champions” was playing on the restaurant’s PA system as we entered. We proudly announced that we were from Alabama, home of the Crimson Tide. Morgan had made a similar announcement to a group of guests in Burbank several days earlier. As she and Tessa ran back to the car after checking in for “The Tonight Show With Jay Leno,” the strangers asked for $3 – they didn’t have the $5 for parking. Morgan had left her purse behind and was force to admit, “We’re from Alabama; all we have is a good football team.”
We left the Rocky Mountains behind this morning after a fine buffet at the Grand Hyatt. It would have cost $17 each, except for the fact that is was included with the room. It made the price easier to bear. The hotel’s wireless on the 15th floor locked up my computer for the morning, but it seems fine now that we are settled in the Pear Tree Inn by Drury in St. Louis.
States sure make it difficult for travelers such as RaeRay, who want to document each border with a photograph. We managed to race across I-70 on the Colorado-Kansas line to snap a photo of ourselves in front of both welcome signs. We were prepared for the Missouri line as we raced through Kansas City, but the state line was a banner just before an underpass beneath the city’s Convention Center. We’ll have to wait for another sign leaving Missouri, but it will also be in the center of St. Louis. We’ll deal with that in Day 9..
We watched the snow-capped mountains disappear in the rear-view mirror as the terrain became dust and shrubs. It transitioned into green fields and grain silos, then windmills and oil wells. It was a long and monotonous ride to the sounds of musicians ranging from vintage Bob Dylan to contemporary Foster the People. Morgan drove the first 500 miles with no complaints. The entire trip home on Day 9 will be only 435 miles.
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