Grand Junction, CO

It's hard to believe that just yesterday morning we were heading out on I-84 East, trailing the outskirts of the Columbia River Gorge, the mountains serving as both the foreground and background on the river horizon, the colors like a fanned paint deck...

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I don't particularly like mornings. And I don't particularly like politics. A combination of the both this morning, as well as a nearly sleepless night, left me feeling annoyed and frustrated. We are traveling with my grandfather, who seems to like both of these things quite a bit actually. What could be better than discussing taxation at 7 am? Beats me.

We crossed through two state lines today: Utah, and Colorado. The mid-west is quite a sight to behold, if you never tire of looking at the same thing. Yes, some of it is very incredible, but some of it also very dull and repetitive. The terrain blends effortlessly together from state to state and makes one thankful for "Welcome" signs and Rest Areas. 

Because of getting so little sleep last night, I spent a lot of time sleeping in the truck. I know, I'm a terrible traveler for lacking enthusiasm and the desire to observe! But, as I said, monotonous terrain is hypnotizing. 

We ate at two different restaurants today. The first is called Winger's Grill and Bar. Ever had popcorn as a starter? Yea, me either. That only made for a smooth transition into the greasy, delectable fish and chips that I cleaned up like no other. Dinner far surpassed the lunch experience. After checking into our hotel we drove around town looking for whatever was still open. Finally we decided to stop at Boston's, gourmet pizza house. The food wasn't the only great thing... Let's just say, I wouldn't mind me a Colorado girl.

Hoping to get a good nights rest...

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