AOK AT THE KOA IN COLORADO CITY
Sometimes curveballs win the game.
We did our best to live in denial. With my jaw out of place it was difficult, but not impossible.
In a dirty, wobbly, smelly, cramped 206 square feet, roaming around from campground to campground having absolutely no idea what lay in store for us in the immediate future.
From Pueblo we pulled the caboose to Durango where we rendezvoused with Nate’s infamous Great Uncle Skipper.
We crossed the eastern border, set up camp, and sped out to Devil’s Tower as a gnarly weather system thundered towards us.
From the cornfields and old farms of Iowa we shot northwest into South Dakota.
For a few brief, luxurious moments we can live in a world that isn’t a runaway clown car of fear.
Before we jump too much deeper into our adventures, we should let everyone in on some things.