Back in July, we took a mini vacation to Colorful Colorado--we drove. It took forever and a half instead of just forever. Potty learning (aka refusing to poo in a diaper) and long road trips do not mix!
That said, we got to the farm rather late and just headed down to the barn apartment to go to bed (and let a rather sour Pickle poo on the potty, thank you very much!).
As we drove by Mom & Dad's house, My Man asked me who else was going to be up that week. I asked why and he told me there was a new Ford F-150 in the driveway by Dad's truck. I told him I had no clue, that folks were always stopping by on their way to or from somewhere, so it could be anyone.
The next morning, My Man took Pickle and the dogs down to the house while I finished drying my hair. He came back shortly with the news that the truck belonged to none other than my Daddy.
My jaw fell slack and I slowly uttered the words, "I'm gonna need a lot of therapy."
Although Dad has strayed from the GM product list a couple of times over the years, he's never gone out and bought any Ford that I remember, much less a BRAND NEW one. We were ingrained with Chevy, Chevy, Chevy all our growing up years. (Sorry Ford people, that's just the way it was.)
Needless to say, if he bought outside the GM Family of Products, he must have really been sold on this truck. Hewas is. I was instructed to move Pickle's car seat that very first morning (ugh!), as the new truck is what we would be driving the whole time we were there.
Not only did we drive it while there, Dad handed the keys over to My Man. I believe this wasa futile an effort to win My Man over to the Ford side. Didn't happen.
On the Fourth, we drove up to My Mountains for a picnic lunch before heading up to 'play tourist' in Telluride.
We decided to drive up Scotch Creek to see if any of the 'camp sites' (aka wide spots in the road) were open. I was driving Auntie Em's Chevy Colorado pick-up and My Man was driving Dad's new, rather large, Ford.
If you've never been up the Scotch Creek road (or any old wagon/mule train road in the Rockies) then this may be hard to visualize. Here are some photos of the Scotch Creek Road from 2005:
That said, we got to the farm rather late and just headed down to the barn apartment to go to bed (and let a rather sour Pickle poo on the potty, thank you very much!).
As we drove by Mom & Dad's house, My Man asked me who else was going to be up that week. I asked why and he told me there was a new Ford F-150 in the driveway by Dad's truck. I told him I had no clue, that folks were always stopping by on their way to or from somewhere, so it could be anyone.
The next morning, My Man took Pickle and the dogs down to the house while I finished drying my hair. He came back shortly with the news that the truck belonged to none other than my Daddy.
My jaw fell slack and I slowly uttered the words, "I'm gonna need a lot of therapy."
Although Dad has strayed from the GM product list a couple of times over the years, he's never gone out and bought any Ford that I remember, much less a BRAND NEW one. We were ingrained with Chevy, Chevy, Chevy all our growing up years. (Sorry Ford people, that's just the way it was.)
Needless to say, if he bought outside the GM Family of Products, he must have really been sold on this truck. He
Not only did we drive it while there, Dad handed the keys over to My Man. I believe this was
On the Fourth, we drove up to My Mountains for a picnic lunch before heading up to 'play tourist' in Telluride.
We decided to drive up Scotch Creek to see if any of the 'camp sites' (aka wide spots in the road) were open. I was driving Auntie Em's Chevy Colorado pick-up and My Man was driving Dad's new, rather large, Ford.
If you've never been up the Scotch Creek road (or any old wagon/mule train road in the Rockies) then this may be hard to visualize. Here are some photos of the Scotch Creek Road from 2005:The 'road' is basically a sometimes level, two-track that runs along the creek. It is not maintained. It is closed much of the year due to being impassable. Huge trees fall across the road during the winter and generally stay there until someone comes along with a notion to cut them down or move them.
There are big rocks that jut up randomly in the 'road' that are sometimes difficult to get around/over.
Like this one:
I made it around this monster in Auntie Em's little truck, but My Man in that rather large Ford, was just too big to go around, so he went over. See the sticker on the rock? It used to be on the skid plate of the Ford. See that black paint? It used to be on the skid plate too. That's what skid plates are for, right?
What about bumpers? Aren't they for bumping things?
After getting to the last 'camp spot' wide place in the road, we decided to turn around (all the wide places were occupied) and head further up-river to find a picnic area with some shade.
Here's where we decided to turn around:
Here's where we decided to turn around:
Looking back, I wish I would have gotten this shot from the road bed looking up. The bank was very steep and rocky. My man powered that Ford right up the bank--backwards. Funny thing was, when the rear axle got higher than the front axle, the nose dipped down and scraped a big rock at the edge of the road.
Dad had a lot of fun ribbing My Man the rest of our trip that he didn't even get to 'break-in' his own new truck.
But, I have to wonder if that's not what bumpers are for--right?
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