I was about to depart when Other Nice Lady came rushing out and said "Try the airport. They have rental cars and maybe your lot will have an operation there". After recovering from the shock occasioned by learning the there was enough flat ground anywhere between Denver and Glenwood Springs to build an airport big enough to support rental car agencies (plural) I did as she suggested and Lo! there was an Avis desk! On explaining my sorry tale of woe to Nice Avis Lady she bade me fetch The Luggage, fill in a form and leave the ASBO in her tender care while I made good my return to Denver in this:
|Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Ride my...|
The Chevy Beko took me east along I-70 again and so busy was I internally railing against the architects who do ski resorts while passing Vail that I missed the turning for Loveland Pass completely and had to go through the Eisenhower Tunnel and then double back. This part of Colorado has been getting Weather, and thus the summit was well above the cloudbase, which wasn't preventing motorised morons from stooging up and down the pass with no lights on.
Ski resorts, yes. There are two kinds of people who design ski resorts, viz.
- One who've seen one single picture of St Moritz, and
Vail and Aspen are the former but there are plenty of the latter on display every time the Tour de France has a mountain-top finish.
I went back over Guanella Pass next, where it was SNOing. Rather glad it wasn't like this:
|SNO, Colorado, Wednesday|
Hurrah: I have a seat with extra legroom!
Bah: Next to a child with lungs like unto a brace of foghorns.
But BRITAIN was still where I left it. LHR Terminal 3 means a long walk to the bus stop chiz and I still have the M25 to look forward to tomorrow. I don't propose to mention that or, indeed, anything else for this year's gripping, nay, riveting Automatic Diary, so here to tide you over until next time is a bridge: