So I'm keeping an eye on those clouds and that column of rain, mentally reconciling perceived distance and scale to the map in my head as the miles pass.
I pass just to the West of it at Limon, then soon mountains come into view..
And then I'm in 'em. People can moan and complain about I-70 all they like, but it has brought me to some very nice places over the years.
It's starting to rain, but I know a place. Turns out they've got new management this year and rates are up. Also turns out it's Labor Day weekend, and a Saturday at that, so I pays my money.
And gets a room off the back along the creek..
What a difference a bit of elevation makes..
Grabbed some Mooshi next door..
Then call it a night..
Oh yeah, no 700-miler for me today..