Near the Arizona - New Mexico Border on I-40

Swooshing by at 75 mph.

It was a long drive. An hour into an 8 hour drive, Bob asked if we were in Colorado yet. No, not for another 6 hours, longer because we will stop for lunch.

My neuropathy started flaring up on my left arm and by the time we reached Colorado, I was a painful mess. James and Bob held me together until we found the Asian restaurant I liked and some pho restored me.

A word to the wise, do not stay at the Super 8 in Durango, Colorado.