And on the seventh day, he rested. We’re so close to Utah right here in Grand Junction, CO I can’t not paraphrase the bible, no matter how much of an atheist I may be. But yeah, the seventh day was just a day of travel and rest for the most part.
The scenery changed quite a lot from the Rockies to western Colorado. It shifted from huge mountains down to sandy looking ridges and plateaus. They look almost as if they’re a giant sand castle wall, except in places where there were obvious landslides in the past.
The drive down HWY#6 and I-70 was incredibly scenic for the highway type, following “The Mighty Colorado River” through the canyons it carved out, down grades that exceeded the 7% rating according to the GPS (Hit 8.1%). This made me question one of the other roads we’d planned on going on, Old Fall River Road in the Rocky Mountain National Park, it was a gravel road, the original road around the mountains. It had grades up to 16% and switch backs as tight as 20 ft / 6 m, definitely don’t want a large vehicle there. Probably incredibly scenic, but where to stop and take a picture I’m not sure.
About the only productive thing accomplish this day was laundry and the purchase of mead by KB9SKW I probably should have bought some too, but I don’t drink very much. Oh well.