Rocky Mountain Bound

  We were lucky enough to stay at a friend of Ians house just east of St. Louis.  Ians friend Ashley and her housemate Sarah were hospitable enough to let us crash at their nice home.  A tornado warning was issued for this area we were in, so with the nasty weather we went to kill some time by going to a movie.  We were rudely interrupted by a theatre bellhop, warning us about a tornado that had touched down not too far away.  So we never finished the movie, but we were able to witness a much more entertaining scene.  The front of this heavy storm didn't come through lightly.  Wind had to be whipping over 60 mph with a torrential downpour.  Being from Montana I was nervous, but talking to a couple of the locals who see this every other day, I was a little more relaxed....a little. We escaped with no damage in our area.
 We arrived at Sarah and Ashley's place with a warm welcome.  We, both, were in desperate need of a shower.  Sarah had just recently bought a new shower curtain that gave the bathroom a bright new look.  It was pink! It fit the shower perfectly, I thought.  Being a all-womans shower it felt impeccable.  Twas the best shower I had since the Blue Ridge Mountains.  I want to thank those lovely ladies once again for their hospitality and the colorful shower.
   (I forgot to take pictures of the shower curtain. Sorry!)
 That night we all feasted on some great Vietnamese food just west, in St. Louis.
 We woke early in the morning to make a 13 hour trek west, towards Denver, Colorado.  We drove over the Mississippi, under the St. Louis Arch, around Kansas City and through most boring state in America: Kansas.  Flat and irksome are the only two words to describe Kansas.  Long story short, 13 hours later we could see the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.  Ian has a buddy that lives just north of Denver, in Longmont, Colorado.  It feels good to be back in the rockies. Where the air is crisp and the sky ends with a mountain top.