Day 3: Grand Junction to Colorado Springs, CO

Woke up early, ate breakfast, took a stroll through the quaint "downtown" Grand Junction, CO mostly little shops, restaurants, a bank, etc. It was all of about 4 or 5 short blocks and eerily quiet for Labor Day weekend.
The best part was when we overheard a woman ask her friend if he wanted to eat at the Japanese restaurant they were passing, and the man replied, "No... I don't much care for Oriental cooking." My mom and I just looked at each other and started laughing. I mean, I've never heard anyone say "Oriental cooking" before. Haha, imagine if someone said "No, I don't much care for Caucasian cooking." What is that? Aside from that bit of total unhipness, the cool thing was that the streets of downtown Grand Junction were lined with various unique metal sculptures, like a buffalo made out of chrome fenders and a horse made out of railroad spikes and the flying birds sculpture below.




Then at around 11am we left and headed for Colorado Springs. The trip was quite long and included diversions such as getting lost and (briefly) heading the wrong direction in Denver. Strangely, it had been sunny and summerlike the whole trip, then suddenly as we neared the vicinity of Denver we were enveloped in fog, the weather becoming cold and misty, occasionally raining. We ended up arriving around 5:30pm, inappropriately dressed in summer clothes, shorts and flip flops and no jacket or umbrellas. Just hoping it isn't like this for the rest of the trip...

Later we ate dinner in a restaurant called Solo's which happens to be inside an old airplane.