Imagine thinking you have only a couple small errands to run, a couple loose ends to tie up and a couple days to go before you head out for a month in Denver.
Then imagine walking out the door to run those errands and your car is gone. Yup. Two days before I left, my car was stolen and the next night was involved in an accident and a total loss. Of course the thief got away and insurance will pay me what they think it’s worth. At least I don’t need to store it for 7 months!
After sleeping my first 36 hours in Denver, I felt like Rocky and decided to see how long it would take for the altitude at 6500ft, to kill me. It took about 220 stairs at Red Rocks park, my high school stomping grounds and one of the most beautiful places. Tomorrow I’ll attempt 250 or have a heart attack. The heart attack would probably feel better!
Till next time…hopefully a next time,