I asked the manager for towels in the hotel swimming pool in Eagle, Colorado. I noticed his eyes go downward and I thought, okay, he’s checking out my legs, or the triangle that peeks out under the shirt I was wearing over my bathing suit. Later on I realized he was looking at the gigantic bruise above my knee. God, how embarrassing!

bruise on my leg

Colorado is gorgeous! We wound our way around the White Water Mountains, and stopped to get gas at Coppertown, at a resort for skiing in the winter and rafting in the summer. A bunch of guys having a picnic hooted and waved at me while I gassed up. Since they were far away I figured that as long as they weren’t being grossed out by my bruise I could feel like a hot mama again. I waved back before getting in the car to get back on the road.

Colorado mountains

We got up to over 12000 feet in elevation. The Eisenhower tunnel was an awesome drive. After we got out of White Water Mountains it was a boring drive. The Pixies cranked up loud helped me stay awake through Kansas.

The most interesting part of the drive were the billboards. There were ads for “The Largest Prairie Dog” and a “Two Headed Chicken.” And the Jesus billboards, who pays for these? Closer to Missouri there was a billboard for an adult superstore, and beside it was a billboard against pornography paid for by the same group who pays for Jesus. Nonstop entertainment, folks!

In Missouri it was one after another adult billboards, XXX megaplexes as big as America likes everything to be.

In Indianapolis we visited Jay’s brother. He suggested we drive north to Ohio and take the ferry to Canada.