Wisconsin is pretty close to see level.....Denver is not.
Our little RV means we are self-sufficient as we travel and this is our fourth western exploration. You would think we'd be pretty "good" at this by now. Yet there are always new surprises awaiting. Today's involved liquid and semi-liquid food stuff.
First it was my juice, a combination of lemonade and orange juice is one of those sports bottles with the plastic straw that goes through the top. I grabbed it from our little refrigerator, brought it up front, sat down, buckled my seatbelt and reached for the bottle. As I rotated the straw up so I could take a sip the juice came flying and bubbling out of the top....all over the dashboard, hitting our cell phones, running down onto the rug. Dave's response was "Damn! That's the stupidest design for a bottle ever...throw it OUT!" as we used lots of paper towel to clean up the mess.
About noon we stopped at a lovey lookout next to the Colorado River in Glenwood Canyon. Dave took Fenway out while I made sandwiches to eat at a picnic table. Pulled the meat and cheese and bread out onto the countertop, found the honey mustard and cranberry relish and started the process. No biggie....how many times have I made this sandwich? Until I opened the mustard and it "flew" all over the countertop?
It wasn't until fixing our salads for dinner and having salad dressing quickly jump out of IT'S bottle and all over my hand that the lightbulb went off......ahhh.....it's the ALTITUDE!
So, for the rest of our time in the Rockies or anywhere else higher than Wisconsin I will open ALL bottles in the sink wearing a protective garment.
I'm no dummy.
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