"They're Country Folk Around Here"

Trip Start Jun 11, 2012
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Trip End Jun 29, 2012


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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

This morning, we started in Park City, visiting with mom's friend Lucy. She took us to the Utah Olympic Park (the Olympics were held here in 2002), and we saw some skiers practicing jumps and flips into pools and on slick grass. I still don't know how people do those sort of things, but I'm sure not being afraid of heights helps. We walked around the Olympic Park some, talked some, and just hung out, before we headed back to Lucy's house. There, we did a little bit more procrastinating, knowing that the drive was going to be long and at least somewhat boring. Eventually, we made it out on the road, bound for Denver, Colorado. We had already planned an alternate route to get to Denver, coming in more from the east than from the north, so that we could avoid where we thought the fires were. Driving through the Rockies was really cool - the roads here don't impede on the mountains - they follow natural passes and run over and under each other. We stopped a couple times to check out the mountain and take some pictures. And of course, we had to get a photo of the "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" sign. :) 
A little while after entering Colorado, while we were driving on local roads, mom started to get tired, so I took the wheel for her for a while. The views were MUCH, MUCH better than on the way to Utah - mountains and fields everywhere (no more salt flats, thank God!). Next thing I know, I hear a "ding" from the dash in the Jeep, and the tire pressure light comes on. I thought nothing of it, because it's happened a few times on the trip and nothing's gone wrong. A few minutes passed and, while mom is sleeping in the passenger seat, I began to hear a bumping noise from outside the car. Flat tire. Mom woke up promptly, and we pulled over in a grassy area (there were no shoulders and the ground was really hard) to begin changing the tire. Well, that area of the road didn't work because it was too uneven and the car wouldn't balance on the jack. So after having unloaded all of our stuff (as well as loosening the wheel), we had to move. Luckily, there was a really kind local man there who helped us find a spot out of the way, and then had better equipment to change a tire. He said he worked on a gas field, and obviously had a work truck, and he was incredibly helpful. Mom used the booster on his cell phone (because, of course, ours didn't have service) to call the rental company and figure out what we were going to do. Now, after about an hour and a half of driving 45 miles an hour on roads with speed limits of 65, we're in a small town called Rifle, Colorado, a few hours out of Denver. Tomorrow, we get to figure out what's going to happen with the car, and though it has mom stressed out, something tells be it'll all work out. This is why we got a rental, after all. For now, though, it's going to be a long night. 

- Katie
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