COVID hasn’t left people too many options. Back in February, my fiancée and I laid out three goals, in order: 1. Don’t die 2. Don’t lose our jobs 3. Get married The bachelor party was canceled. The wedding got postponed a few months, but is still set to happen in 8 days. All things considered, neither of these impediments were a big deal. A few weeks back, however, my girl encouraged me to take my seldom used GSA on an adventure: a one-man bachelor “party” (loosely defined). So, I rolled out west to Colorado: 842 mi on my first day, and 1,038 on my last. 4 nights camping near Crested Butte, 2 nights in Ouray at a hotel, and crappy accommodations to and from. A few photos for now: details to follow.