Brandy Pierce
New member
April 28, 2015
It was Thursday of my spring break. I was snuggled down in the warmth of our bed, just beginning to stir, when James opened his ever-present lap top. I groaned inwardly and rolled over, hoping to fall back to sleep and relish sleeping in when James started talking. By nature James is not talkative. So when the phrase, “I know I talk a lot about different things that I want but this is a really good deal and I’d like you to seriously consider it,” piqued my curiosity and I came fully awake. Rolling back towards James he tilted his lap top so that I could see the advertisement for a 2010 Adventure Trailer Horizon. True, the cost was reasonable but it was also in Denver, a 14 hour drive from our central Oklahoma home. James, however, was prepared and with the finesse of a lawyer he explained the virtues of buying the trailer now and how our current finances could be finagled to accommodate the purchase. He had already anticipated my questions and offered me well thought out responses. After he summed up his closing argument in the case I lay there mulling over the pro’s and con’s with the sincerity of a death row juror. After all, life is only lived once and this purchase would definitely improve our over-landing experience. And the biggest selling point would be removing the kitchen from the cargo area of my Jeep. With that final thought I accepted James’ proposal to purchase the AT and with a prayer for guidance should we be stepping into something wrong James sent off the email and we awaited the seller’s response.
A couple of hours later, following more emails and a phone conversation with the seller, it was agreed that we would travel to Denver to buy the AT. James handled the financial transaction while I packed for our trip. We headed out of town late that same afternoon, spending the night in Kansas and arriving at the seller’s home early the Friday afternoon. The AT was everything that the seller had represented it to be and was in remarkably good condition for its age. After picking up the AT James and I drove on into Denver to hunt down a few antique stores and a local food dive before finding a room for the night.
Bad decision. Denver traffic was the stuff of nightmares and their highway system, or lack thereof if you consider how vast the construction is, was the worst I’ve ever seen. Add to the mix 5pm Friday traffic and the fact that the Garth Brooks concert was creating chaos and you have a level of stress inside our dually truck that was thick enough to slice with a plastic spork from Taco Bell. James, not one to get frazzled, was the epitome of frazzled. We finally managed to get onto the highway to get out of town. The local dive’s and food joints were either on a one way street we couldn’t get to except by driving way out of our way to find a turn off or were located in an area that did not accommodate parking a dually pulling a trailer. So our adventure ultimately landed us safely outside of Denver at an On the Border chain restaurant where, surprisingly, I had really good pork street taco’s. After a good night’s sleep and a decent breakfast at the hotel we took off towards Colorado Springs to see what we could do with such limited time. Along the way we stopped at Rampart Range for a few hours of hiking among the house sized boulders. After working up an appetite a quick review of my Trip Advisor app sent us to Joanie’s in Woodland Park, a delicious corner bakery and deli with fantastic food and service as well as a beautiful view of Pike’s Peak. We ended the day at Garden of the God’s where, along with 400 other people, we tried to get sunset pictures of the red rock formations. Needless to say my pic’s didn’t turn out well however any adventure with James is never a waste. We got up early Sunday to head home pulling into our driveway Sunday evening. We were tired and road weary and so glad to spend the night in our own bed, happy in the knowledge that the stuff our over-landing dreams are made of was sitting in our driveway awaiting our next big adventure…after James modifies it of course☺. And so our journey begins…
It was Thursday of my spring break. I was snuggled down in the warmth of our bed, just beginning to stir, when James opened his ever-present lap top. I groaned inwardly and rolled over, hoping to fall back to sleep and relish sleeping in when James started talking. By nature James is not talkative. So when the phrase, “I know I talk a lot about different things that I want but this is a really good deal and I’d like you to seriously consider it,” piqued my curiosity and I came fully awake. Rolling back towards James he tilted his lap top so that I could see the advertisement for a 2010 Adventure Trailer Horizon. True, the cost was reasonable but it was also in Denver, a 14 hour drive from our central Oklahoma home. James, however, was prepared and with the finesse of a lawyer he explained the virtues of buying the trailer now and how our current finances could be finagled to accommodate the purchase. He had already anticipated my questions and offered me well thought out responses. After he summed up his closing argument in the case I lay there mulling over the pro’s and con’s with the sincerity of a death row juror. After all, life is only lived once and this purchase would definitely improve our over-landing experience. And the biggest selling point would be removing the kitchen from the cargo area of my Jeep. With that final thought I accepted James’ proposal to purchase the AT and with a prayer for guidance should we be stepping into something wrong James sent off the email and we awaited the seller’s response.
A couple of hours later, following more emails and a phone conversation with the seller, it was agreed that we would travel to Denver to buy the AT. James handled the financial transaction while I packed for our trip. We headed out of town late that same afternoon, spending the night in Kansas and arriving at the seller’s home early the Friday afternoon. The AT was everything that the seller had represented it to be and was in remarkably good condition for its age. After picking up the AT James and I drove on into Denver to hunt down a few antique stores and a local food dive before finding a room for the night.
Bad decision. Denver traffic was the stuff of nightmares and their highway system, or lack thereof if you consider how vast the construction is, was the worst I’ve ever seen. Add to the mix 5pm Friday traffic and the fact that the Garth Brooks concert was creating chaos and you have a level of stress inside our dually truck that was thick enough to slice with a plastic spork from Taco Bell. James, not one to get frazzled, was the epitome of frazzled. We finally managed to get onto the highway to get out of town. The local dive’s and food joints were either on a one way street we couldn’t get to except by driving way out of our way to find a turn off or were located in an area that did not accommodate parking a dually pulling a trailer. So our adventure ultimately landed us safely outside of Denver at an On the Border chain restaurant where, surprisingly, I had really good pork street taco’s. After a good night’s sleep and a decent breakfast at the hotel we took off towards Colorado Springs to see what we could do with such limited time. Along the way we stopped at Rampart Range for a few hours of hiking among the house sized boulders. After working up an appetite a quick review of my Trip Advisor app sent us to Joanie’s in Woodland Park, a delicious corner bakery and deli with fantastic food and service as well as a beautiful view of Pike’s Peak. We ended the day at Garden of the God’s where, along with 400 other people, we tried to get sunset pictures of the red rock formations. Needless to say my pic’s didn’t turn out well however any adventure with James is never a waste. We got up early Sunday to head home pulling into our driveway Sunday evening. We were tired and road weary and so glad to spend the night in our own bed, happy in the knowledge that the stuff our over-landing dreams are made of was sitting in our driveway awaiting our next big adventure…after James modifies it of course☺. And so our journey begins…
