After long flights departing the east coast my plane finally touched in salt lake city, hours late and well after my connecting(final) flight had departed to montrose. Rather than stay in the airport for 24 or more hours I rerouted my self to grand junction, about 2 hours north of the original destination. Upon arrival, aournd 6pm, a shabby sign was made reading... montrose or anywhere close. A nice family decided to give me a lift all the way there, and it turns out Dale, my generous driver, had done some work with my uncle in the past. Dale and his wife Mary insisted I stay over at there home south of montrose but I chose the intersection leaving town to wait for a potential ride into Telluride at 9pm. After 2 hours of hanging thumb to passing traffic, running in place to keep warm, it was obvious it was too late, the roads were almost empty and snow was falling sideways to make matters even more interesting. So I start hoofing towards the lights, warmth, as I am weighing my options of sleep tonight, stash my luggage and crawl into the towel shelves at wal mart, or get a hotel room for no less than $50, I notice a line of show model sheds along the roads beside me, wow, I bet the doors are open, yep. These sheds looks fucking fabulous from the outside, pho log home looking ones, some had vinyl siding even, but upon entering there was little to be excited about except shelter from that wind and snow. Managed to get some sleep despite the single digit temperatures and hit the road again at 7:30am. This morning people were much friendlier stopping regularly to find out where I was heading, by about 8;45am a man named Craig was heading in my direction, he was a wise fellow who didnt seem to be bothered by much. We spoke of the demise of religious extremists and the rapid over development of his home turf and before I knew it I was on a corner again thumb high, 10 degrees and sunny. With only 36 miles to go Im getting amped, armed with a new sign "T-ride!" it was only moments before I was in a warm suburban heading the right direction listening to "pearl necklace" at deafening levels. This dude was awesome, an ice climber, skiier, stage rigger, all around psyked on everything kind of guy. Took me all the way into town and I exited his vehicle with a hand shake and spouted "have a kick ass day" he hoped i did too. Psyked.
We just came through the trees and out into the snow feild above Tobbes head, wtf?
woke up in a shed, again.
Tobbe is psyked
