I LOVE IT !!! I can get Timmy a refill on his coffee, get his glasses for him, I can also plug his phone in for him to charge it up, (since he forgets sometimes to do that), make a plate of cheese, salami, and crackers for him, and get him at least 10 (I kid you not) bottles of water,..... all while cruising down the highway....and that is just in the first couple of hours! I was thinking of putting a "tip" jar at the front of the rig, but I enjoy taking care of Big Tim. That is the least I can do, after all, he did make the "Jetson" mobile as comfortable for me as possible. He put in new skylight/ceiling fan in the bedroom for me... (cause I love my fans),and lots of little things to make it more like a "princess mobile"...and he gave me most of the closet space,...so like I said, it's the least I can do!
While I was on one of his requests to get something for him in the back of the motorhome, I was in the bedroom looking for something and all of a sudden, I hear this huge whacking sound.... it keeps whacking and knocking against the side of the motorhome, now keep in mind we are traveling over a pass of about 8,000 feet and the winds were coming out of nowhere. My first guess was that a semi truck was "bumping" into us, (and I could see my life beginning to flash before me), but I knew we wouldn't be on the road anymore if that were the case. Timmy was overly concerned and pulled over immediately. Our main awning had come loose, and was flapping against the side of the motorhome!
My job was to hold down one end while he straightened the other end. The winds were so strong, it took us 3 times before we got the awning up perfectly straight.
He would yell "hold on tight and don't let the winds flip it back up",... and then he would yell....."let go".....and for a minute there I thought for sure I was going to be encased inside the canopy like a stuffed cannoli... but it all worked out and we were on the road again just as it started to sprinkle.
Our stay in Grand Junction was really nice. Timmy had made good friends in the past with a fellow motorcycle tour guide for one of the tours in Colorado, and they just happened to live in Grand Junction. We decided to have our first "cocktail party" in the " Jetson" mobile with guests. We set up camp before they arrived and we are slowly getting more proficient at this ritual. Although I do daydream about the day when we can set it up in lighting speed, just as if we were the pit crew for some important race car driver. Better yet, if I could just bob my head like "I dream of Jeanie" or twinkle my nose like bewitched, it would be just about perfect!!
We sat in our rocking chairs and enjoyed some fine wine and some fine "visiting" as we had the most incredible view of the mountains of Grand Junction.
It was one of those nights, where the wind was warm and balmy, and it felt like a storm was coming in. I longed for an old fashioned Iowa thunderstorm, but the winds were just teasing us.
The next day we drove through the Rocky Mountains. We decided to take the tunnel instead of taking the pass to save time, but Loveland Pass is incredible and almost 12,000 feet.
Our next stop for the "Jetson" mobile was Idaho Springs, Colorado. This little old park is right on a main stream and was very quaint.
There are so many little ole mining towns on I70, and they are all
along the river.
The towns reek of nostalgia and history and the urban legends say all the little towns are haunted.
I had traveled here many years ago on a girls trip with one of my dearest friends Ariele, and we got sucked into some of the urban legends. We were given some tips on where to go and what to do... and one tip was to go check out one of the many cemeteries.
The bottom line, we got caught up in the mountains at one of the cemeteries, and a raging little dog came out of nowhere and started barking and barreling right for me... (I think he was possessed, I mean,
we are in a cemetery, right)
and all I had in my hand was a big old camera on a nylon handle. I told Ariele to get behind me, cause I had on hiking boots, ( I figured, if this Tasmanian devil dog decides to bite, at least I have boots and I can at least try to kick him, and hit him with the camera if I need to....)
I bent my legs and squatted like I'm getting ready for a wrestling match, and that devil dog, barking furiously, actually lunged at me..... and BIT me!!! (and just happened to catch my leg above my boots, so now I am bleeding). Can you believe that? I love dogs! I have never been bitten in my life! Now he is getting ready to come after me again,...and I am now officially ready to kick some you know what.
He is now circling us and not certain if he is gong to try a kung fu jump on us next, and all of a sudden Ariele says,... "oh my gosh, look Janis... and I looked over and there were 3 St. Bernard dogs galloping towards us.... Now I am really freaking out... and my first thought was.... how odd?
" Oh my God,..where did they come from? "
Seems, they were our angels that day,.. (cause we are in a cemetery, right?), just as Ariele and I thought we would be found for dead the next day, they chased off the devil dog and simply ran back in the
direction they came.
Strangest thing I have ever seen.
So, the point of this devil dog story and being the thrill seeker that I am, I wanted to go check out a new cemetery.. (I figured, I have my personal bodyguard with me now).
Timmy agreed to appease me and we went and visited one of the main cemeteries in Idaho Springs.
After about an hour of me walking while Timmy stayed in the car... (so much for my body guard) there was no sign of any devil dog, or St. Bernard for that matter.
But we did find some of the most beautiful and interesting tombstones I have ever seen.
This tombstone looks like a log cabin, and there were several other interesting ones as well.
I must admit, I was a little disappointed, but then again, I am not really sure what I was expecting,... (certainly not the devil dog)
but when we got home something strange had happened,...
as we unlocked the motorhome we could hear one of my C.Ds playing in the back bedroom....
(obviously nothing was turned on when we left earlier as we always do a walk through before we leave ).
Timmy was a little concerned and confused like how in the world
did this happen?
I, on the other just smiled and said "that's our ghost",...
thinking to myself...probably a ghost from the old creepy Victorian mansion we just drove by, and I insisted on stopping and sneaking up to steal some lilacs from one of their many lilac trees surrounding their property.
Guess we didn't need to go to a cemetery after all.
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