Headin' for mountains of low gearing

Welcome back. So when I left you we had just left Moab. It was a sad day. We will be back for sure, though. No doubts about it. Some likely sooner than others, and some driving newer (to them anyway) Jeeps. Steve had already talked to Pauline (his best.wife.ever.) earlier in the week about doing some juggling to get some work done to the TJ so it would be ready for next year. Looks like he's hooked, sorry P! And Cameron has set 2 weeks as the timeframe for himself to find a Jeep. Nothing like Moab and the Easter Jeep Safari to get you in the game...
So we took the faster but less scenic way back to I-70. The back way was perfect for setting the tone on the way in, but when you are heading home, you kind of just want to get there. We had to pull over before we got too far as the Warthog was running a little light on tire pressure. 20psi might be good for Top of the World, but would not be kind on the 2800km return trek across the continent... When we left Moab we had put 3159.8km on the JK since I had left London. We were going to be close to putting 6000km on Cliffe in 10 days by the time we got back if the calculations were right. Wow.
The weather was clear, some clouds, but no bad stuff that we could see. The mountains were the big concern. The storm was supposed to come through at any time really. We were hoping to stay ahead of it, or at least have the weather people be wrong and have the storm miss us entirely. We'd have to wait and see. So far so good. We crossed the border and entered Colorado at 11:34am. So long Utah! (tip for people who like their beer with alcohol in it - bring some with you if you are going to be wanting any beer in Utah, they can have a maximum of 3.2% if it's brewed in the state. just some FYI )
Our first stop was in Grand Junction, CO. We grabbed some gas and some snacks - jerky for the Thorup boys. Gotta love that stuff! We listened to the radio for any weather updates, and checked out channel 19 on the CBs to see what the truckers were saying. Nothing. No useful info anywhere. We could hear what the weather had been like the day before in the Grand Junction area. But who cares what it did yesterday? Seriously. So we headed east once again. Ralf was leading sometimes, Warthog occasionally, and sometimes us. It didn't make much difference. You could see the clouds sort of starting to gather in the distance, or was it just our imagination? Still no news about the storm on the radio or CB. Figure we may need to get closer to the mountains first. Fingers crossed...
Our next stop was in the Copper Mountain ski area. Pretty nice place. It was 3:22pm MT. We were about an hour and a half from Denver. Time to fill up and make the run through to the other side. Back soon!