Colorado or Bust!!

Now I know exactly how flight attendants feel when they announce over the loud speaker on the final descent, “Thank you for flying Fly With Us Airline, we hope you enjoyed your flight and want to welcome you to… Where are we again?” That’s exactly how I was feeling on the final leg of our journey. Once we left Chicago, we practically flew through Iowa and Nebraska and I never knew where exactly we were on the map.

At this point in the trip, we were tired of traveling and constantly being on the move and were anxious to arrive Denver but since we were not only mentally exhausted, we were also physically exhausted so decided to stop for the night in Omaha. It was getting late and we had been battling a side wind most of the day so as many times before throughout this trip, I threw on my navigator’s hat and started commanding directions to the nearest RV park.

“Exit this intersection and turn right.”
“Ok, left at the next light.”
“Keep right at the fork in the road.”
“No. I said right, not left! Just follow that 5th wheel in front of us. They look like they know where they’re going.”

Sure enough we were both heading in the same direction to the same RV park “Brian, look. They’ve got AZ plates and they’ve also got a CCV sticker in the back window of their 5th wheel.” Ok, a note here for some of you who do not know. Christ Church of the Valley, or CCV, is the church we attended in Phoenix for many years.. The interesting fact is, CCV has over 10,000 attendees on any given weekend so to see a CCV sticker on a vehicle is not all that uncommon but to see a CCV sticker in Omaha, Nebraska was something else.

We both pulled into the KOA campground at the same time. Brian jumped out of the truck and took off for the registration office leaving me in the truck waiting in suspense. He jumped back in the truck and announced, “We got a spot for the night! But see that guy over there with the CCV sticker? Does he look familiar to you?” As I sat and watched him for a little while, “Nope. Not at all.” As it turns out, the camp host parked us next to each other. I don’t know why he thought we needed to be camped next to each other. There were plenty of other spots available. In fact, there were more than enough spots available for our two rigs but the entire time we were both setting up our rigs, Brian kept insisting the gentleman looked familiar.

“They’re coming over later,” Brian announced. Great. I was tired and all I wanted to do was to fix dinner, eat, and go to bed but there it was, that dreaded knock on the door. “Hi! I’m Diane.” As it turned out, I didn’t recognize Diane’s husband, Gary, but I did recognize Diane. The four of us used to attend the same bible study at CCV quite a few years ago. In fact, it was almost 10 years ago we were all in the same bible study and this was the first time we’d seen Gary and Diane since the class ended. We spent the next 3 to 4 hours sitting and talking and catching up on what had been happening in our lives. God really has a sense of humor because the funny thing about all this is, they were heading in the direction we had just come from, Illinois, and we were heading in the direction they had just spent the last week enjoying, the Ft. Collins and Loveland area of Colorado.

We've arrived!!!



The Colorado sunset which welcomed us home

We really had a good time with Gary and Diane and our time with them was way too short but move on we must, so the next morning we said our goodbyes and headed west for Denver. It was an extremely windy day which really made for bad gas mileage but we finally pulled in to Denver late that afternoon. We set up at Barr Lake RV Camp and headed over to Brandon and Lindsey’s for the wonderful, homemade Gnocchi dinner that Lindsey had spent all day preparing for our arrival. Although we thoroughly enjoyed the last 3 months on the road, it was good to finally know that we would be settling down again. Which brings me to our next adventure… Trying to find a place to live!!!