Travel Needs an Adventure Mindset
Over my many trips and travels I’ve learned that no matter how prepared you think you are things happen. It’s much easier to work your way through them or around them or over them when you simply accept it as part of the adventure. Travel is made for Murphy’s Law– Whatever can go wrong will and at the worst possible time.
My Murphy’s Law Moment
My Murphy’s Law Moment came at baggage claim. No, they didn’t lose my luggage, but I discovered I didn’t have my car rental confirmation. That wouldn’t have been a big deal if the car rentals were in the airport. I could have gone from desk to desk to locate my car since I didn’t remember who I rented with. I’ve used Avis, Enterprise, Budget, Hertz, Payless. It’s kind of who haven’t I used. To get to the rental cars you have to catch a shuttle and you have to know which vendor’s shuttle to take.
I found myself a bench, nothing is quiet at an airport but at least I could sit while I pondered. Maybe I had an email? I’d rented the car when I booked my flight, maybe there was something on Delta’s website with my trip itinerary. I began scrolling through emails without success. Then I tried the Delta Skymiles site. At first, I didn’t have any luck there either but then I spotted a notation in tiny print- for help call Alamo.
I grabbed the next Alamo Shuttle and sure enough, they had the reservation. They put me in a little hybrid SUV that cost more than a week’s pay but promised to save me money on gas. The attendant gave me some rough directions and assured me that Colorado drivers were not like Boston drivers. They are “very forgiving”.
Breckenridge Here I Come
The drive to Breckenridge is only about 100 miles. Not a lot of different roads so the directions were pretty easy to remember but like most areas with seasonal weather we weren’t in summer. We were in road construction season. Traffic rivaled Boston for starts and stops and slowdowns. There wasn’t much to look at even if I dared to steal a peak at the scenery. The Rocky Mountains were covered in haze, so they didn’t stand out much. My first thought was that the Grand Tetons, Wyoming, made a bigger first impression.
There were lots of signs for Colorado Springs. Then came the signs for Steamboat Springs and I saw an entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park.
The road took me down a long grade into a little narrow valley where the skies opened up in a deluge. Once out of the valley the sun came out and I spotted a sign for Big Horn Sheep viewing. As tempting as it was to explore a little, I was more anxious to find Breckenridge and my resort.
Are we there yet?
When I saw a Wendy’s at the intersection of RT 70 and RT 9 I decided it was time to take a break. This Wendy’s was very busy, but the restroom was clean. Even with a load of teenagers in line the service was quick. I had no idea how much further I had to go but I’d already taken far more time than expected because of the traffic. Time to get back on the road.