Colorado Rocky Mountain High...

We finally made to Colorado and I added another state to my map; that makes two this trip with more to come...I hope!

Campgrounds in Denver are few and far between. My first choice was Cherry Creek State Park but they were booked since our visit coincided with Memorial Day weekend. I felt lucky to get a reservation at The Prospect RV Park. Most of their sites are 30 amp and that's what I had reserved. When we arrived we were happy to learn that they had one of their three 50 amp sites open up and saved it for us...and it was a pull-thru! The campground is a typical urban park, sites are gravel and tight with little to no grass but they do have cement patios with picnic tables. Our site was an end site and gave us some extra room. The utilities were odd in that the electric and water for our site were on the passenger side but the sewer was on the driver's side where it's supposed to be. Our hoses and cords were long enough and we managed fine. The staff in the office were very nice and friendly.

Our reason for coming to Denver was to visit my sister Amy and niece Jill both of whom I hadn't seen in three years. We were able to spend plenty of time together, much of it over food - Carrabbas, The Summit House Grill and Tap, Saucey's Pizza and Amy's homemade lasagna! We did lots of talking and catching up...it was a great visit.

One of Jack's six brothers, Randy, was living in Denver when he died...far too young at only thirty-eight. Since we were in Denver, we decided to find his grave site and visit. Seemed like a simple task but it took forty-five minutes to actually find him. The cemetery file was ambiguous as to his exact location but one of the staff searched with us until we found him. The visit meant a lot to Jack.

On the negative side of the trip...Jack had an accident. Fortunately it was more of a fender-bender and everyone is alright. The damage to the truck is small and Jack's already fixed some of it and will work on the rest once we settle somewhere for a while. The other car had a bit more damage and we're waiting to find out how big a hit our insurance will take. To make matters more complicated, our new insurance card was in our mail back in Wilmington so he had no proof of insurance, but a few phone calls to our agent took care of that. All that remains is the court date at the end of June. Once this holiday weekend is over Jack has to find out if he can pay the fine by mail. (Yes, he got a ticket...we all makes mistakes).

Meanwhile the truck was in need of an oil change so Jack made an appointment to have it changed and to have some things looked at since he'd recently felt like the truck wasn't running right and smelled a burning belt. Well, I don't know anything about mechanics but with the oil change and accompanying fluids and something about belts and tensioners and whatever the grand total was over $900!! Just when I was about to exhale! As Roseanne Rosannadanna said, "It's always something!"

So...four days in Denver...fun time visiting Amy and Jill, somber time visiting Randy, the hassles of a small accident and the pain of large vehicle repairs.

Before we knew it, it was time to leave...