I think what I liked about the Colorado trip posts (and I think I said this at the time) is that jetsetting about the country (or world) seems so glamourous – until you actually have to do it. But when the reality of having to pack clothes for three different climate zones within the limitations of airline luggage restrictions, having to be somewhat presentable in order to get a cup of tea with milk rather than white aluminium powder crystals, and my particular travelling pet peeve – dealing with hotel pillows that are either made for Little People or so huge you wonder if they’re made for folks with chronic bronchitis who have to sleep sitting up – hits, you realize all the benefits of home sweet home, no matter how humble it may be. I know as a Sagittarian I’m supposed to love to travel. In fact, unless it’s a road trip, I can barely bring myself to go anywhere and disdain frequent flyer points because frankly, Scarlet, by the time I’m about to board a plane these days (muttering nastily about how I might as well not have bothered to either get dressed OR pack before going through security since you have to get undressed and let people rummage through your carry-on items), I have to fight with myself not to just turn around and go back home.

Enough about me though. Your reaction to the country music being piped through the hotel corridors till 3AM made me laugh heartily (although sympathetically), and when you wrote about the campfire singsong it was very easy to imagine your struggle for self control. In fact, it was a lot like watching a movie that hadn’t actually been filmed. I have a couple of bandanas for your next trip to cowboy country – would you prefer red or green?