HoneyMoon Adventures Part 4

It amazes me how people can come together for a common desire and out of it make friends in such a short time. It gives me hope for our world and a joy that we can and will rejoice no matter the situations we all face. The 3 days we spent with Barrett were some of the best I've ever known in all my 30 years (opps! 31, today is my B-Day!!!). Knowing this Beki and I have started our honeymoon off with a bang and each day seems to be getting better and Day 4 was no exception.

Like every great vacation one must know exactly where the nearest Wal-Mart is in order to survive. Unfortunately we were unable to locate one anywhere within a 10 mile vicinity. So we took to the highway (actually, Old Hwy 40, the same one Barrett will be walking come the end of August! Check him out: http://www.gowalkamerica.org/) in search of our basic survival necessities. The Rockies are most definitely not like the Midwest where Wal-Mart has monopolized every city block because it took us almost an hour to find one where as in K.C. it only takes 2 minutes before you're at another.

We decided to start day 4 off with a mountain bike trek with the bikes Jake and Amy Glover so graciously loaned us. But like every great ADD'r Beki and I were side tracked with the sign: Alpine Slide. Oh yeah, we had to go. And go we did, racing down the mountain was a blast - every bit worth the 8 bucks. After some cordial conversation with an Indian Medicine man we made our way to what he called the Rattle Snake infested Apex Trail.

The Apex (and I failed to mention this to Beki - I mean, come on, the rattle snake talk from the Native American almost made her cancel the whole thing - but the Apex is rated "Difficult" and they give it 3 out of 4 stars for intense trails) was a beautiful, fun ride - at least going down any way. But we survived and I was nearly attacked by only one rattle snake when I had seen a rock face I couldn't resist climbing. Beki was totally hard core through the whole thing. It was funny because I was so so focused on helping her not biting it, but I ate rock and dirt twice - nothing major, just some cuts and a sore shoulder.

Later we decided to play putt putt golf and then go watch a movie. We had to pick the movie because I wanted to go dancing but there wasn't any place open on Monday night except a gay line dancing club. Not that I would turn away because it was gay - they are the best clubs to cut a rug at - but because it was line dancing and I forgot my crap kickers and belt buckle!