After an arches sunset, we headed to Colorado, a couple hours away, and it being 11 already, we treated ourselves to a motel room and, yes, an old-fashioned fast food dinner in Grand Junction. Grand, indeed.
The next morning, we headed onward, over the Rockies, winding first through canyons and mesas, then climbing up and up into the mountains.
We blew through Denver (as quickly as possible during a Friday rush hour) to the flat and boring part of Colorado in the East, stopping to cook dinner at a rest stop on the Kansas border.
(Pieces of trivia: Where's the highest point in Kansas? On the Colorado border. Where's the highest point in Nebraska? On the Colorado border. So it just goes downhill from Colorado.)
And then...we crossed into Kansas.
Miles: 3827