I-70

We left Grand Junction this morning at about 9, which set us up to eat lunch in Breckenridge. Pretty place. I'm sorry there aren't a few more pictures from there, but we really just stopped for a bite to eat, walked up and down the main drag, took another breath of alpine air, and then went on our way.

As you'll notice, I-70 is much, much prettier than some of the Interstates that run parallel to it (10 and 40, I'm talking about you).


I-70, before you start getting really high up. The dead bugs you can see on the windshield are deliberate -- they are to be understood as a critique of humankind's place in nature.

Actually, they're just dead bugs. I'm glad they're dead. Hopefully some of them are mosquitoes.


Snowcapped peaks aren't very rare up here.




I was trying to get a picture of those cherry pickers. Too bad the giant mountains distract.



Tomorrow, we're headed over to Fort Collins. It's out of the way, but there's a place called Johnson's Corner between here and Fort Collins that has legendary enough Cinnamon Rolls that I'll capitalize them. I'll have pictures.