From: Higginsville, MO
To: Limon, CO (Holiday Inn)
Day 7
From: Limon, CO (Holiday Inn)
To: Slickrock Campground, Moab, UT
Day 6
So we left Higginsville, MO in the am.
Unfortunately, it had started raining with lots of lightning and thunder around 3am. This continued on and off through morning.
The kids abandoned their tents in the early hours. I put on a poncho and took the tents apart in the rain and took them to the laundry room at the RV park and stuffed them in a dryer.
We made some breakfast in the camper while they dried and took off shortly after.
Our drive was long and not eventful. We crossed all of Kansas, hours of rolling green fields, giant electric generating windmills and the ocassional groups of cows and horses.
We called ahead to various RV parks around Limon (pronouned "lie-mon") Colorado, but most were booked. We chose one that was not booked and put in the GPS.
When we took the turn off for Genoa, Colorado, we looked for the RV park, but we found the dingiest, scariest parking lot with a sole RV, a seemingly abandoned mobile home with a scrawled sign that said "Not the RV Park Office!" and a shirtless neighbor smoking something that our minds assumed to be a crack/morphine/fentanyl combination but was probably just meth.
Our only regret leaving the RV Park of Horrors after a quick assessment was not taking pictures.
We kept driving and opted for a night in a Holiday Inn in Limon. Pool, shower, bathroom, TV, etc.
We cooked steak and pasta in the camper on the street next to the Holiday Inn.
cooking dinner outside the Holiday Inn in Limon, CO
Camping in the Holiday Inn
Cows B photographed social distancing
Day 7
Morning brought us to Denver and a visit with an old friend of mine, Ross, who is now a popular radio talk show host in Denver. His wife, an artist, and he have started rehabbing a mid-century home in a nice area and we met their kids and their dog, Reuben.
Onward we went, though Colorado. The Honda Pilot was pushed to its limits heading up the 6%+ grade of Interstate 70 through the Rockies. But despite some scare-mongering threads on various travel sites, we surmounted all hills and eventually took the very long downhill past Vail and into Utah.
The wind became fierce and buffeted the car and trailer, causing our gas mileage to slip further into the abyss.
Finally we arrived in Moab and the Slickrock Campground. Though a bit sparse on character, it has a pool and is right near the entrance to Arches National Park, which we will see tomorrow.
Utah!
Enjoying the pool in Moab
