One of the turn signal lights wiggled free on the long and bumpy road to the freeway. It’s duct taped on now, awaiting a more proper fix. Until then, out right turn signal blinks pretty quickly.

We did finally make it to Denver, with some mad dashes to banks, a curiously long wait for a airport hotel reservation, returning the collapsed tent and who knows what else. Even 3 copies of a letter were safely printed.

At the airport, the mamos disembarked from the bus and were escorted safely to their flight. Mme Awesome, M O and M K stayed with them until takeoff, while I enjoyed leftover lasagna and iced tea, and then dozed in the cell phone lot. The bus is a nice place in which to wait. Then back to the hotel where we crashed, happy.