The drive from Portland to Denver takes about 2 days. Robin and I figured that we’d get somewhere near Salt Lake City on the first day and then the rest of the way to Denver on the second. On our first night we stopped at a Super 8 in Burley, ID.
The next morning we had a decision to make as we crossed the Utah border: should we take 80 East across Southern Wyoming to Cheyenne and then south to Denver, or should we take 15 South to 70 and cut across Colorado straight into Denver? We opted for the latter, more scenic route, and threw in a shortcut through the mountains (near Moab, Utah) on Highway 6. It was there that the game began.
The total distance to Denver seemed like such a random thing to put on a sign in the middle of BFE Utah. Not to mention the fact that there are so many other towns in between. Why not say how far it is to Grand Junction?
Either way, I thought it would be fun to reset the tripometer and see how accurate this sign really is. As we passed each new “X miles to Denver” sign, I’d add that number to the miles we’d already traveled to see how we were doing. Things were shaping up for a really close call.
As we got closer, I started to get nervous. With only a few miles to Robin’s house, the tripometer clicked over to 440, as we entered Robin’s neighborhood it clicked over to 444, and it creeped up to 444.5 as we pulled onto Robin’s street.
In my mind, it would be a victory as long as it stayed on 444, regardless of the tenth of a mile. As we approached the house, it clicked over to 444.9, and as we pulled up into Robin’s parking spot, literally in the last few inches, it rolled over to 445.0.
p.s. I know I said I was done with WordPress, but I think I may have jumped the gun on that whole Tumblr thing. Gimme a break.
