The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The following is taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.
We are currently in a mountain house with 360 degree view of the Rockies. It’s a round house in Pine, CO, on 80 acres at one of the best disc golf course in the nation. The views are literally phenomenal.
We started out this morning in Lawrence at Emily’s, but left by 8am. She was asleep but we left a thank you note. Drove west out of Kansas all the way across to Colorado.
It wasn’t anything close to as flat as I had imagined. Actually kind of beautiful. But way rural. I def wouldn’t want to live out there, but it was way prettier than I imagined.
The drive was fairly uneventful until we actually got to Denver. There was all kinds of traffic because we hit it on a Friday afternoon. About that point we were driving through a fairly epic storm with torrential rain and some intense tornado warnings. It was pretty scary mostly because I was driving, but neat all the less.
Pine is about 45 min out of Denver towards the mountains.
We spontaneously decided to stop at Red Rocks because Jessica had never seen it and Sam and I love it. They had an event tonight though so the amphitheater was closed down. They have a new building called the Trading Post or something like that that was open so we stopped in for postcards and the bathroom.
It took about 45 min from there to Pine. I was driving which was nerve wracking to say the least but we got here mostly uneventfully. Their driveway is straight up, hairpin turns on a dirt road with ruts. The house is relatively small but the views are incredible. Just unexpressable. I’ve never done Colorado in the summer but it’s stunning.
The people we are staying with are Brittany and Tyler, both in their 80s. They’re old friends of Grandma’s.
They immediately took us out on the disc golf course. I’m not as bad as I might be but I’m pretty awful. The first hole was essentially just straight across and was a good learning experience. Then you go through the trees, hard. Then the third one is in a crevice in these massive boulders. And then one called Moonrock literally on top of a massive rock. Just all around a cool landscape, obvi.
Then Brittany made us some sort of homemade Gatorade and guac and we snacked until late. She made pesto chicken, sweet potatoes, and kale salad. It was all right. Free beer.
They have a “garage” they used to live in. It is really just a big garage, but they lived there for 12 years so it’s fully insulated, has a full bath, and a double bed. So… But no heat. They said it might get down to 50 some odd degrees today…
I like it here but these people are whack jobs. Brittany is kind of like Taylor about gut health and some brand named Shaklee and if I hear her mention that name one more time I might vomit. She’s anti-vaccine, believes Parkinson’s isn’t genetic, etc. Tyler seems better but he must be kind of crazy too. He told Jess they don’t have any kids because essentially “they’re a financial burden.” That’s not to say they aren’t really hospitable and kind and fun and great. Just weird.