i can't get the link because I am writing this on my daughter's One Laptop Per Child computer which I haven't figured out cut and paste on. We drove from a ski resort on US 40 near Boulder just west of the Continental Divide to Price, Utah.
I got up at my normal early hour for zazen, bath and coffee, except it turned out that the coffee maker in this ski resort was deluxe and had a strength knob which was turned to ultra weak, so the coffee was looking a bit weak but drinking the whole pot turned out to have enough caffeine. The hotel we drove to in the dark was in the middle of beautiful but lowish mountains, but near very tall mountains. There is a beetle that is killing all of the pine trees, so the pine tree covered mountains are a strange sort of color, half green and half brown. The family watched Mrs. Doubtfire and then got on the road. I talked my beloved life partner into going back up to the continental divide that we drove over in the dark. However, after driving over it, we decided to go back to I 70 and go that way, and cross the continental divide in a much more dramatic spot with snow that the kids walked down to and played in and a sign to get a photo of them that mirrored the photo of me as a 4 year old at the continental divide. We then sped on by Vail and various other ski places and went through a fabulous canyon. As we got closer to Utah. we got a very heavy rainstorm and gave up on getting back onto 40 and visiting Dinosaur, Colorado settling instead for what turned out to be awesome mesas and cliffs in Utah. The layers of rock are so obvious, and the mountains are all different colors with the layers at different angles.
We ate lunch at a very child-friendly place called the hard rock cafe; we walked around a stream and bought cowboy boots for the kids. They are pretty cute, and my son has no shoes that he likes and fit him. We had dinner at a great restaurant in Price. Very family friendly.
We have prepped the kids that tomorrow will be a super long drive day, probably 12 hours of actual drive time, 700 miles or so. We are going to get out and touch the Salt Lake and then touch Lake Tahoe, and then try to arrive in Sacramento for our final night in a hotel; then we'll cross over the Golden Gate Bridge as our grand entry into the Bay Area and then show up at the First Day of School Picnic at the little school our kids will share.
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