After following the Colorado River for over 200 miles on Monday, we finally left the path of the river and continued on to Boulder, CO and Will’s house, another 185 miles to the east. If was really fun to be next to the Colorado for so long, through the red sandstone cliffs and canyons in Utah, on into the high plains of Colorado; it was calm and peaceful in some places, and had rushing rapids in others. Since it was a long drive, we didn’t stop to take photos, but we have good memories for ourselves.
The day was not one of our easiest travel days, as it was raining much of the time, and we were pulling the RV up a steady increase in elevation. Vail Pass was pretty though with quite a bit of snow still on the ground. However, when we got in the even higher elevations of Colorado on I-70, the inside of the truck became extremely fogged up all of a sudden and the defroster was unable to keep up with the forming fog, so we both were rubbing as fast as we could so Fred could see where he was going. The Eisenhower Tunnel, the highest auto tunnel in the world at over 11,000 feet, was just ahead, and Fred wanted to be able to see well there! It all was over OK though, and Fred relaxes since we were able to get through the northern part of Denver and on to Boulder before rush hour commenced.
Will looks great, and he took us out to supper at his favorite restaurant-/micro brewery, The Mountain Sun. Quite a few of his friends joined us for supper, which was fun for us, since although Will has talked to us about some of them, we had not met many of them,
Today has been an easy, slow day for us. We found out the Coors Brewery in Golden did not offer tours on Tuesdays or Wednesday, the only days we will be in the area, so that idea was out. We finished doing our laundry (thanks, Will, for letting us use your facilities while you were at work), and then drove up to one of my favorite villages, Nederland. This funky hippie town is up the Canyon Road at just over 8200 feet. Because it was raining, we couldn’t take the bike, which was too bad since the Canyon Road is a great riding road. The fog hit about half way up the canyon road, so Fred’s first visit was not as great as usual. We went to a restaurant recommended to us by Scott, a friend of Will’s, and we enjoyed it a lot. We had some delicious pulled pork sandwiches; Fred ordered his sandwich with a BBQ sauce named Atomic, which turned out to be so hot, he had sweat on both the front and back of his t shirt by the time he finished eating! Fred learned the legend of the frozen dead guy while in Nederland. Back in the early 1990s, a Norwegian man was deported after his visa expired and afterward, the town’s law enforcement officers were shocked to find that he had left behind the “cryogenically” frozen body of his grandfather – in a freezer with dry ice! As word spread, the town became quite a media sensation, and Frozen Dead Guy Days began as an annual event in the small mountain town. I’ve never been to Nederland in March when the annual event is held, but they have a parade complete with hearses, a Grandpa lookalike contest, a quest to find him a frozen bride, a coffin race, a polar plunge, and a contest to see who can eat the most frozen Rocky Mountain oysters! Sounds like fun! Grandpa is still in Nederland, in his own cozy Tuff Shed, donated by the company of the same name to house his freezer. Dry ice is still regularly delivered, and he is re-packed on a regular basis. Tonight we are going to enjoy a good steak grilled on Will’s deck and some family time with games.