I found myself in the midst of a snowstorm

That sort of sounds like a life metaphor, but I literally mean, I found myself in a snowstorm this week. 

In September. 

With 11 days before it is technically even the fall season (meaning it was a SUMMER snowstorm) northern Colorado and Wyoming saw flurries of snow. Of course while I was in town. With only three pairs of sandals and sundresses. 

What are the chances? 

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. This exact week last year, Colorado got hit with a 100 year flood and nearly drowned me out of the state. Can we finally agree that there is some sort of environmental change a happenin?

What if it's me? What if I'm like the Elsa of the West? Maybe I need to stop coming to Colorado. 

After singing the tunes of Frozen, I took a few seconds to build a tiny snowman (had to be done). 

Other than a fluke frolic in the snow, week three was pretty fun. One of the best parts about fall travel are not only a flux in reward points, but roadie reunions happen left and right. 

It's sort of like a summer camp reunion. We act like we haven't seen each other in years, giggle through each other's summer adventures, and spend hours gorging ourselves with delicious, yet incredibly unhealthy food. 

(Think less s'mores, more wine). 

I realize that I am incredibly lucky to have this group of colleagues on the road with me. People from other fields often find it weird that I know my "competitors" so well. Many are surprised that we all hang out on a regular basis. 

These aren't just colleagues, but friends. Good ones. Ones that are gems and make this job worth it. 

I'd be sad and lost and probably incredibly bored without them. I can't wait till 20 years from now when we can all meet up and reminisce about those old days on the road. 

Week three was also the beginning of silly travel that doesn't always make sense....but we do what we gotta do to get to the places we gotta be. 

That should be put on a tshirt. Or at least a bumper sticker. 

I ended up starting the week in CO. Took a quick jaunt up to WA (like ya do) and ended up back in CO before heading to Wyoming. 

For those of you keeping track, that's four planes in five days, three states, two rental cars and one tired road warrior. 

Since the weather was so wonky, most of us the road were unprepared for freezing temps and rain. 

Can we say amateurs?  

During an outside fair in CO, we learned to combat the frostbite with sock mittens and photobooth participation. 

I think we could all be worthy contenders on a season of survivor. 

And to add to my state sign collection, I have two shiny new photos this week: