Monday, June 4: Fin

We ate a delicious breakfast at the Waffle House next door to the Motel 6. Our booth was connected to the counter, behind which all the employees were gossiping. Our server was talking about how she hoped she could open a bank account because everything is harder to accomplish when you are a felon. She was talking about her parole officer and how her mom got fired for having charges of her own. Devin and I couldn’t believe our ears. She was talking about being a felon like it was being blonde or something. After breakfast we got in the car and drove all the way to Crested Butte, with one stop in Buena Vista (in search of a Wendy’s) where we ate Subway sandwiches. We made it to Crested Butte after a million (5?) hours of driving. We unloaded my car into my bedroom, then I had to do some maneuvering to fit the bed in. We had a fantastic sushi dinner at the Lobar, chocolates from Julie’s friend at the chocolate shop, and stayed up a little later lounging around the house. We went to bed around 10:30, exhausted, dizzy, and breathing hard. Yay altitude!