After 1,585 miles, one collision, several gravel roads and close encounters with many forms of wildlife, the Hertz Altima gave up. Slow leak of the tire hit by the minivan.
This happened halfway through Rocky Mountain National Park. In the meantime, clouds settled over the twisty mountain road and we, too, surrendered. Vacations in nature are a crapshoot and we lost a few pennies.
Still, we’ve seen grandeur. Jenny hiked a mile with Chris, but when we got to the visitor center at the summit with the HUMUNGOUS picture window and could see nothing but dazzling white, we knew we were done: When you drive to the clouds you see farther until you can’t see at all.
Jenn hiked a mile in RMNP.
We limped 50 miles to the nearest Hertz, traded the old horse in and got a Mazda 5. Gravel roads and collisions — Hertz is gonna go out of business with us.
In Frisco, CO. Jenny had a veggie wurst at a place called Prost; Chris went all meat all the way.
Exhausted, we did laundry and prepared for a new day. Moab awaits, as does Arches and Escalante.
Oh, and if you are ever in Dillon, CO, eat at Cafe ProFusion. Best Asian short ribs Chris ever ate!
And on the ground….