Sometimes when a rockslide explodes the main mountain highway not 10 minutes before you get there & you end up having to drive 7 hours & hundreds of miles around & extra, you just lean back & watch the snowy fields roll past & thank yourself for chosing to live in Colorado. You also thank your friend named Kris for taking the last minute post-Chinese-food bathroom break that may have made the difference between being stuck behind a giant rock vs. stuck under it.
That's what you do.

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