Somewhere around the Mississippi we stocked up on Vodka and Chocolate.
When we got to Colorado we went shopping for "Party Goods" of a type that will still get you thrown in jail in Canada. (I should have stuck to the budget, but I'm a terrible impulse shopper).
Fortunately we had the foresight to bring all the bags of Salt and Vinegar chips we could carry, I see munchies in our future.
We are currently tucked in (barricaded?) into our motor home in a Lowes parking lot somewhere off I-70 in Colorado watching with morbid fascination as one of the leading democracies in the world implodes in spectacular fashion around us. It could be worse.
Our elevation is a little below 10,000 ft. We crossed over a 11,400 foot mountain pass to get here. just as we were coming to the peak all the bags of chips had reached their limits and started to explode. It sounded remarkably like gunfire going off inside the RV.
Nope. it's just election night in the USA. Noisy, crummy, and not enough oxygen.
