Day 4 - It's Better to Burn Out than to Fade Away

 Colorado Springs, Co to Alpine, WY and the Grand Tetons

The drive between Colorado Springs and the Grand Teton National Forest would be the final leg of our great push into the West. Though after about thirty-five hours of driving over four days, and really not stopping to enjoy the locations we were setting up camp in, more or less using them as safe havens, burnout and fatigue really started to set in. By the time we made it to our campsite yesterday evening, I was fried.

Still, after an hour or so outside the RV in the clean, crisp air of the Rocky Mountains, a cold beer in hand, and several grumbling bellies, I righted myself and got to work making campfire burgers in my old trusty cast iron skillet. They were delicious! So good in fact, K9 questioned why I don't make burgers this way all the time...

"Noted. I guess everything is better when it's kissed by fire!" I said to K9. 

These roads have been long and I've been blasting down them just as fast as this RV will take us, but today - and for the next several days - we slow down a bit. Move around the Rockies and the Tetons. We'll go on a hike and take in the sights and finally start to... relax... Something all together foreign to me given the cards I'm dealt but more, how I'm playing them.

Tomorrows entry promises to be vastly more interesting, using today to make it so.

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