Back to 1983

I woke up Tuesday morning to a very bright room in Palisade, Colorado a little town outside Grand Junction, another little town about a 40 minute commuter flight outside Denver. I had arrived Monday in Palisade and was staying at my aunt and uncle’s Bed and Breakfast, a DiVine Thyme (http://adivinethymebandb.com). I woke up I believe at around eight am. I got up out of my maroon and gold comforters and walked over to my heater and turned it off and unplugged it . Even under two comforters it was still cold. I got somewhat dressed and headed down for breakfast. Finding that no breakfast had been made, I made my own breakfast. Cereal, Vanilla Almond Special K I believe with whole milk. 

We had not planned at all to go really anywhere but my aunt suggested the western museum in Grand Junction.We all piled into the car. We actually went to a brewery restaurant beforehand. I got mac and cheese. After that, we drove a few miles and almost didn’t find the museum. As we pulled up and parked it was clear that there was actually a tower attached to the museum. We walked inside and payed the admission fee. We spent the good part of say, three hours exploring the multitude of stuff in there. I saw quite a lot. They had guns, a fake ye olde schoolroom, a telephone booth, a walk-though uranium mine, a plane, cars, a  stagecoach, saddles, spanish armor, native american pottery and headdresses, the list goes on. It really does. At the end of our exploration of the museum we decided to go up the tower (It’s for public use). 

My father and I took an elevator to almost the top of the tower while my mom, aunt, and sister climbed the stairs. My father and I had to climb two more flights of stairs because the elevator only went so far up. The view from there was amazing. We were about 10 stories up and you could see the whole valley. Grand Junction is almost like a bowl. It has a deep basin which holds the town, then is surrounded on all sides by mesas. Its quite stunning. Especially because the mesas are so high they all have snow on them it makes for a very gorgeous and very tranquil view. After we took in the view, my sister and I delighted in dropping tic-tacs of the balcony. I’m guessing they reached terminal velocity. We eventually decided to go back despite the beckoning of the picnic table up there. It was cold. Like in the 20’s. We walked down the two flights of stairs and my father and I again took the elevator. My sister made it a game and decided to race us down and beat us by mere seconds not that I was racing, but she was.

As we left the museum, my sister and I looked for our tic-tacs and, which, of course, were in many pieces upon the ground. But, hey, it was still fun. We walked the the car and packed ourselves back in like sardines. We drove back to the house. By the time we got home I was so tired that I went straight up to bed and feel asleep and that’s how my day ended. Not one bit of technology. Except for perhaps the elevator.