Our flight from San Antonio got in late on Wednesday. On Thursday, Mom's went to work, kids played, Mike and I visited Troy and Gayela, had lunch with them, then returned to Rossman's to "Tend"kids while Katie and Casey went to a company dinner Thursday evening. Hailey had a violin lesson-- that we all forgot about:-/ . The twins played "Throw Throw Burrito" with me, and the older boys had friends over. I did laundry and made Banana Bread. Some more games.
We headed out for Salt Lake City on Friday morning. What a drive! So much wind. But, in truth, we were just relieved our new car didn't suffer any bunny terrorist attack and damage while parked at the Rossman's. It's happened to them,!! More than once, and even to the loaner. Yikes. Rabbit(s) damaged/destroyed the wiring in their engine while parked outside overnight. Multiple times! All to the tune of thousands of dollars of repair bills, unfortunately. So sad. And we are relieved it didn't happen to OUR car while there. 🐇
Whew!
We did see an unusual procession on the freeway that morning as we left Denver. The first overpass we noticed had firefighters standing on top of their ladder struck, all in a row, several trucks on the bridge overpass. I did not get a photo of that. The next overpass, the officers were standing along the fence , facing North. Then we could see it was for a . . . We didn't know what?!. A dump truck funeral?. I honestly could not tell.
Emergency vehicles on the overpass.
With people lined up at the north-facing fence.
A line of large trucks heading up a LOT of traffic.
Those didn't look like fire trucks to me, but they were three abreast, hindering traffic flow. So I took photos.
This is what I later found on the Internet:
It was, indeed, a funeral procession.
And we saw a Buc-ee's on I-25 North of Denver, too! Colorado's first, the the furthest West location. It's the little things, and we (I?) apparently are obsessed with
Buc-ee's. Ha. Mike even offered to stop there for me, but I passed on the offer. 😆
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