This afternoon Kelly and I said our goodbyes to South Dakota and began making tracks towards Denver.
As much as possible, we try to keep our drives under three hours, but at our typical travel pace, the destination would be a solid eight hours away. Consequently, we would need to push much further than otherwise preferred. About six hours later, we decided to lay up for the night in Cheyenne.
Following a quick stop to Chipotle, we let Lilly explore a local park, before settling into our overnight spot at the Sierra Trading Post distribution center. Literally a giant parking situated next to the interstate, the location is purely functional. … and free.
We checked-in with security staff and prepped trailer … then promptly retrieved our yoga mats. We had about 45 minutes unwinding awaiting us.
Pushing west towards Colorado, we are back at our favorite Black Hills campground for the week. Kelly is in San Francisco for the week, so it’s been just Lilly and me the past few days. All is good through – I’ve been fortunate to have great neighbors supplying me with good conversation, they’ve fed me, and they have a big lovable dog that Lilly has completed ignored.
Speaking of Lilly … it seems she too has embarrassingly levels of adoration for this quickly campground – albeit less for its laid-back vibe and surprisingly nice bathrooms. For her, this place is all about the field grasses steps from the camper. Undeterred by aging barbed wire fencing, she is having loads of fun stalking field mice who dare enter her turf.
Fear not mice … Lilly and I are leaving tomorrow; the reign of terror will be ending soon.
About two weeks ago the New York Times posted a fascinating article, focusing on work culture within eCommerce giant Amazon. One former employee offered the following juxtaposition: “A lot of people who work there feel this tension: It’s the greatest place I hate to work“. For some reason, the description immediately resonated with me – perhaps because in many ways I often feel quite the same about my job.
My job is very global – that is to say, I have multiple work responsibilities and colleagues all across the globe. On the one hand, the nature of my work exposes me to an incredibly diverse set of experiences. It’s interesting work and on a daily basis I am chatting or video conferencing with someone in another country. Further, in the past twelve months I’ve taken five business trips that have brought me to Europe, Asia, and India. Over time, these regular interactions expose me to the bigger world (people, realities, cultures, etc.) outside of good ol’ US of A … and for that I am incredibly grateful.
On other hand, earth is a big place and is composed of multiple time zones which often do not sync well with my own. Consequently, my work hours generally suck. In exchange for my paycheck, I’m regularly up late into the night (thanks India) and often up early in the morning (cheers Europe). It is what it is, and I’ve long ago made peace with the pros and cons accompanying any globally-based job.
I generally prefer to think I am the positive type, so rather than bemoan today’s early alarm, I’ll simply enjoy the beautiful sunrise that greats me this morning.
I’ll be sure to thank my colleagues in UK and France.
This morning the winds in western South Dakota were crazy. Easily the most turbulent towing conditions I’ve ever experienced, and leaving I-90 littered with debris. We stopped at Wall Drug for gas and noticed that the lid to our LP tank had broken free. Our contribution the debris.
A replacement lid will run us $54, with expedited shipping adding another $45. And just like that – whoosh … the this pesky South Dakota winds blew $100 out from my wallet.