It was the middle of September when we arrived back at the Cherry Creek State Park located near Denver, Colorado. We had an enjoyable and enlightening seven week sojourn that took us to the Midwest and back (I put a map of the trip at the end of this post). Family visits and exploring new territory made for a memorable trip.
As pleasurable as the trip was, it was nice to be back in familiar territory and enjoying regular visits with our daughter again. I was also relishing the full hook-ups. After seven weeks of partial to no hook-ups, it was nice to be back in luxury. Let the cleaning commence!
After getting caught up with chores, we found time to visit with old friends and connect with new. Fellow blogger Larry, his wife, and sister-in-law were passing through the Denver area on their way back home in Tennessee. Larry and I have followed each other’s blogs for a while now. Thus, when the opportunity to meet up presented itself, we jumped at it.
Since we were camped at opposite ends of the Denver Metro area (well over an hour apart), we rendezvoused at the C.B. Potts Brewery in Highlands Ranch where the conversation AND laughs (and maybe even some Beer) flowed freely for nearly four hours. Obviously, we all had a great time and now with both of us bloggers slowing down the travels, it’s time to get back in the kitchen. Larry is always cooking up something yummy over at Big Dude’s Eclectic Ramblings and I can always use a little inspiration.
Ok, now for the BIG news….. Before we left Denver around the end of July, our daughter, Ashton, had been talking about needing a change. When she visited a close college girlfriend last spring in Texas, she started thinking about moving to San Antonio or Austin, Texas. The thought came somewhat of a surprise to hubby and me considering she’s our little mountain goat who has always sworn she would never leave Colorado, but seems she may have inherited that gypsy gene after all.
So, there I was in northern Illinois visiting with my dad when the phone call from Ashton came in. Hmm, it was an actual phone call versus a text message, which of course sent me into mommy worry mode immediately. I hurriedly answered the phone, “Is everything okay?” Ashton responded in an upbeat tone, “Yep, sure is. I’ve decided to move to Phoenix, Arizona”. SAY WHAT!
In order to understand my utter shock you have to understand, during every visit to Phoenix that daughter made, she repeatedly announced, “I could never live here”. To some degree, she didn’t even like visiting, but considering her brother lived in Phoenix and we (her parents) spend a great deal of our winter in the area, she would visit to be with family, but always reluctantly.
I won’t bore you with all the ensuing calls, text messages, and emails that followed after her initial heart stopping announcement, but I would like to preface, not once did our daughter EVER ask us for our help or assistance regarding the move. However, that didn’t stop hubby and I from going into parent mode and canceling our Upper Michigan Peninsula leg of our trip and returning to Denver a few weeks earlier than originally planned.
One of just many advantages to RV travel is the ease of changing plans. A few clicks of the mouse here and a little research there and ta-dah ….. we’re onto Plan B which in this case included exploring South Dakota and eastern Nebraska on our return to Denver. And if you all remember, Plan B turned out great!
Quite frankly, I was so excited for Ashton to embark on this new journey that I couldn’t wait to be a part of it. I had recommended this move to her for the past couple of years and each time I even mumbled the thought, I was met with a rude dismissal.
Perhaps, she just needed a little time to mull the idea over. Regardless, I’m one happy mom having both my children in the same city. This year will have our family of four spending Thanksgiving and Christmas together for the first time in five years.
I’m still dancing, can you tell? ….. Next up, the big move.