Yes, I arrived safely in Laramie last week. Matt and Sherry are also here. I learn this week that Jack and Nina are on their way too so it will soon be a big party here at the prison. Yippee!
From Moab to Laramie
My ride up from Moab is uneventful (hurray!). When I reach I-80, I am lucky to be traveling on a day with light winds making my ride very smooth. I learn after parking in Laramie that calm winds are a gift not often received here. If you are considering traveling CO 13 from I-70 to I-80 in a big rig, I recommend it. Two lanes most of the way, this route offers plenty of pull-offs, eye-catching scenery, crop dusters paralleling the road and reasonable grades where the road climbs or descends.
Be Aware – There is a construction zone between Rifle and Meeker that is worse than driving off road. This single lane track requires waiting quite a while for a “follow me” truck to lead a lengthy line of cars in each direction. Once moving, the “road” consists of a dirt path with many frame jarring potholes. The going through this section including the wait for the truck takes patience.
You know how people always joke that in their city if you don’t like the weather, just wait an hour? Well here the fact is you only have to move a few feet in any direction and everything can change drastically. Sherry and I can sit on my patio beside each other and be in completely different climates. I expect to get most of my exercise here changing clothes every few minutes to adapt to the latest meteorological conditions.
I Like Laramie
I am not complaining though. Laramie is a lovely town with the warmest people whose friendliness more than compensates for the unexpected weather turns. For example, today I spend the morning with Matt and Sherry browsing the partly sunny streets of downtown Laramie. Locals greet us along the sidewalk and offer suggestions for our visit.
The Chocolate Lady (every town should have one of these) gives us a lengthy list of restaurants and bars along with her personal menu suggestions that we must try while in town. Before we can finish lunch and dash the mile home, a rain storm overtakes us. The now dark sky threatens us with ominous, snowy looking clouds. What begins as a gentle rain quickly transforms into a sleet storm. Now I am hunkered down in the RV with all heaters on trying to dry and thaw out. While I wait for that to happen, I can share these shots from my very few outings around the prison site and Laramie.