Postcard: Highway 93 sunrise

We awoke at 3 a.m. and left town at 3:30, bound for the Indian Peaks range west of Boulder, Colorado. After an hour and a half of driving in the dark, a clicking noise near my front driver’s side wheel took a turn for the worse. Lug nuts that had wiggled loose finally gave way at 60 mph, grinding the truck to an agonizing halt. The good news was we survived. The bad news was our ski day was over. It was 5:15 a.m. While waiting for a tow, we walked over to a gushing irrigation ditch and admired nature’s beauty in the orange sunrise, laughing at our fate. Sometimes you’re the pigeon, sometimes you’re the statue. (Click image to enlarge) Hwy 93 sunrise water