It seems to have concealed itself overnight, fortunately. Yesterday's credit card bobbins has been sorted by The Mgt, who looks like Jorja Fox' malnourished sister. Apparently Jessica is an Idiot and put me down as a no-show on Wednesday night. Jorja's comment: "I'm gonna fire her even if I'm not allowed to!" The no-show and the refund for same appear to have been applied to my American Express card, which could save me some money as I haven't got one.
I couldn't think of anywhere I wanted to go except Kansas (because I haven't been there before), but that was a wee bit too far in the time available. So I just headed south down Highway 71 until I reached I-70, turned right and headed for the airport. On the way I passed through Last Chance, CO. I had a good look, but there didn't appear to be a saloon there. Money back please.
|...and hello Colorado (again)|
6342 miles, ten states, from 14,160 feet at the top of Mount Evans to ~1,250 somewhere between the Arizona Strip and Las Vegas. And my arms are quite brown...