I hate packing for trips.  I never know if I have everything, and I spend two days before I leave checking and rechecking my lists just to find out when I get to my destination that I forgot my toothbrush.  And usually deodorant.  But I guess when the plan is to live in a big red van for more than 10 days with nothing more than  a river bath here and there. . . who cares if I stink.   Stephen??  Naw. . . he doesn’t care.  I think the last time he showered was before he left my house.  (Was that too much information?)

 

Ok, what was I talking about.  Oh yeah, the trip.  I am almost packed.  And, what is the plan?  I arrive in Denver on friday.  Then I will bundle up in all my winter clothing for three days in Vail.  (Did I remember a hat and gloves?)  No worries, I am remembering my bull horn for cheering.  Then i am hoping for a couple days of testing out out the swollen rivers around Vail before heading to Salida and Buena Vista.  (I wonder if I have room for a hammock?)  A couple of runs on The Numbers, and it is a long drive back to Reno.  (Don’t forget the book on tape. . . van doesn’t have a CD player).

 

The best thing about planning for the trip and packing. . . knowing that in less than two days I get to be with Stephen and Sera and Black Dog and the Big Red Van.    YAY!!!!  

 

More to come. . . with pictures!!! (Promises. . . promises)