Well when you have been on the road with someone for almost a month, you are bound to get annoyed with the person no matter how much you like them, especially when the communication goes out the window. Hence, half our 8-hour car ride was a little tense on the way back to Denver, as A and I realized that we hadn’t quite clearly laid out our plans for the next few days to one another.

However, the day was saved and all was well. After a very early morning, and a much later breakfast in the middle of Utah, somewhere off of Route 70, and a lengthy drive back through the west side of Colorado, we arrived in Denver.

Our first stop was to meet up briefly with a good friend of mine, Jess, who I went to school with for a year at Wheaton. She was on her way up from Lubbock, TX to go and work at Glacier National Park near Billings, Montana. So while a suburban plaza parking lot isn’t the most ideal place to meet up with a friend you haven’t seen in two years, getting to catch up made the location irrelevant.

But we had to get on our way again soon enough, as the boys were bound for Estes Park that night and my best friend, Emily, was anxiously awaiting our arrival. And that’s where all plans went astray. After dinner and beers at Noodles and Company, the pool awaiting us at Em’s apartment was all too tantalizing. Russ and A threw their hands in the air and decided to stay for the night. After a late night swim (we snuck in, oh so devilish), and having Em’s older sister say that it was too “inappropriate” to have guys and girls sleeping in the same room (Em’s sister is a little too conservative…even though I am one, sometimes evangelical Christians are too damn ridiculous in their reasonings), we decided it was to be one more night with all four of us in the tent.  And it is going to be hilarious.  Camped right outside on the main lawn, with a tent made only for three, it should be a snug, warm night. And I’m sure highly more inappropriate than if we had sleep inside.