Left Rob Sunday morning and began the rather hellish trip to Winter Park. It was interesting experiencing the Bay Bridge at any other time than rush hour. Stopped at Lake Tahoe for a half hour or so, then began our attempt to cross Nevada on Route 50. Noticed on the map that there are next to NO cities on Route 50, so we asked a cop at the pizza place where we had dinner what the route was like. He suggested I go north a few miles and catch I-80 rather than drive the "most remote highway in the country" at night. I felt obliged to take his suggestion. Even on I-80, we saw very few cars, very few cities, and very little light - in fact, the ride was uncannily dark. We made it all the way to the western outskirts of Elko (what kind of a name is Elko?), and slept in a rest stop there.
The temp was 31 degrees when we woke up in the morning, and we were both pretty damn warm and comfortable. I love the frost and fog that accumulates on the inside of the car when you sleep in it! Drove through Salt Lake City, south on 15 to I-70 and across 70 to Grand Junction, Colorado. We had every intent of driving into the wee hours of the night, but one heaping bowl of Mongolian love at the Genghis Grill in Grand Junction convinced us to grab a room at a local motel for the night. This gave us a chance to re-arrange all our meticulously packed, inaccessible gear.
Got kind of a late start in the morning due to a cold Sam contracted somewhere en route that been getting worse and mandated sleep. Any which way, we made it through the Rocky Mountains to our digs in Winter Park by 2:00 or so.