The roads in that part of the country remind me of horror movie victims: always flee from the monster in a straight line.
I once drove to Colorado Springs by taking HW 24, aka a two lane road with no shoulders and extreme drop offs. But the roads weren't what bothered me, it was the fog. The night before I entered Colorado I had stayed at this motel on the KS-CO border. I got up early and had breakfast with the locals before I start driving, so there was some chatter about "how heavy the fog was going to be." I had no idea what they hell they were talking about until I turned off of I-70 on HW 24 around Limon and noticed it was getting a bit foggy. "This isn't that bad?" I thought. Then I drove another mile and the fog was so bad that I couldn't barely see the front of my car. The fog stayed this way all the way into Colorado Springs, where it was just as bad. The driving directions to the hotel the conference I was going to said "the hotel is opposite of the mountains when you get off the interstate" except you couldn't see the mountains.
What the hell is up with Colorado's disorienting weather?
