When I say “We”, what I really mean is Wyatt and I. Tom was conveniently to hung-over to drive… The entire time. Oddly enough when we reached
|The Girls at FooBar
|DJ at FooBar
|Love Boat #1, his name can not be recalled.
|Wyatt, Tom, Ballard on rocks.
|Tom relaxing at the frat house
|It doesn't look THAT broken, right?!
|The Em's outside Allred's, Telluride
|Inside Allred's, Telluride
|Outside our house in Mountain Village, Telluride
|Happy on Snowmobile (before the accident)
|Emily and Rous in Telluride
|View from front porch of our House in Telluride
|New Sheridan Bar
|Telluride has "Puppy Parking"!
|Welcome to Gunnison County
|Caroline, Wyatt and Tom before dinner
|LOOK! Tom's driving!
|Heading down from Mountain Village to Telluride
|Emily, Hunter, Emily at Jake's
http://www.jakestahoe.com/. If you were cool, you worked at Jake's. So of course, Hunter had worked there for a couple years. The entire back wall was windows therefore provided an incredible view of the Lake. When the weather is nice you can enjoy your meal outside on the deck! It is here where I feel in like for the second time on our cross country trip, played barkeep and blacked out for the first time... in my entire life.
The next morning was our departure day. We grabbed some breakfast down the street at a corner cafe and heading to SFO. Our cross country trip had come to an end. Since Wyatt had her wallet stolen she had no form of identification. We were not sure how this was going to work flying out of SFO, post 9/11. After a few phone calls, extensive search of every single thing Wyatt had, and a long talk with security.... she was able to board. We pretty much slept the entire flight only discussing the trip when I eyes were not shut due to being extremly heavy.
After arriving home we slept and slept and slept until Monday morning caught up with us.