We’ve now been over a week in Colorado visiting family and friends. We started our trip up in the mountains where hubby got to mountain bike at one of the ski resorts and we all went to a Bluegrass and Beer festival. We spent the next day on my aunt and uncle’s boat where the girls had a great time swimming in the cold water and driving the boats up and down the lake. And we’ve spent the past few days seeing family and friends.
Since landing just over 7 days ago, we’ve driven well over 500 miles and spent 10+ hours in the car just running around trying to see everyone (and that only includes the “long” drives). This is roughly equivalent to driving from our South Florida home to Jacksonville and back (which we did in February). But the big difference is it doesn’t feel like anything is that far or takes too long.
This morning we drove 23 miles to meet some of my high school dancing friends for breakfast. It took us just over a half hour. My parent’s place in Florida is just over 10 miles and takes just as long. The childcare center I worked at when Honeybun was a baby was exactly 5 miles door to door and it also used to take me a half hour due the 24 lights that were in between. To pass the time this morning, Honeybun and I counted lights on our 23 mile journey: 38.
I love how open and rural everything is in Colorado (once you get outside Denver, anyways). You can get places so quickly because there are few lights on the roads and the speed limits are high. In the area near our home in Florida there are some roads with 45 mph speed limits but it is nearly impossible to ever get up to that speed because you are constantly having to stop for lights.
My usual hatred for driving is greatly diminished when in Colorado. I still prefer to walk when possible and let other people drive but I don’t yell nearly as much here and Honeybun has not yet had to tell me “that’s guy’s not being safe” or “mommy, why are people so mean to you?”
