Frisco, CO

Dancing Flower arrived in Frisco with her trusty steed black orchid weary from her travels. The white people had come to her village and with them came the swine flu. After contaminating her people she had no choice but to leave and seek refuge with a new people in Colorado. After trekking in the knee deep storm, they found the shelter they had so desperately sought. But she realised that in a new village she would need a new name to shed her past of swine flu despair. From then on she was known only as wandering turtle and her trusty steed as rock fall.

Okay, I have a little bit too much time on my hands, and I am pretty sure the only person who can fully understand the above is mom. I left Colby at a fairly decent time. Maybe around nine or so. It seemed like a slow, but with DST it gave me an extra hour. The rest of the drive through Kansas was uber boring, but at least it was much briefer then yesterday's, because I soon entered the beautiful Colorado.

The view was absolutely stunning. You could see the mountains. They kept getting closer and closer until I was in them... or on them, or whatever it was. Black Orchid did well, although it struggled a bit, making the journey slower than I had anticipated. I thought back to Eduardo (the scion), and thought how glad he must be to not have to do that trip. These mountains are like Everest compared to the hills in Alabama. I am sure he misses me terribly, yet would have been unable to cope. He would have been the little engine that couldn't.

I got to Terry's place around 2. Paul, somebody who works with dad as well was here. We watched some football (American) - minnesota and green bay. Terry cooked a lovely meal of grilled chicked and sweet potatoes. Exactly what I needed to feel refreshed!

So with that, I bit you all adieu! And will leave you with the view of coming into colorado which I saw but did not take.