Breckenridge

We left Jellystone and drove down to Boulder (our farthest point from Seattle and probably the place on the trip most similar to Wallingford politically), where we stopped at REI for me to find a better camping pillow. I dragged M&D up past Rollinsville to the East Portal of the Moffett Tunnel, then we drove through Central City (ice cream and t-shirts have given way to a gambling Disneyland over the past 20 years). Crossed under the continental divide on I-70 (was this our 8th or 10th crossing of the divide so far this trip?) and found a Comfort Suites at the bottom of the hill in Dillon (Jellystone had exhausted my patience with RV Park camping, but showers sounded good and D had gone many days without cable).

We tried out some restaurants in Frisco and spent a good part of a day at Breckenridge. M went into town while D and rented bikes and rode down the mountain. We all did the alpine slides and the minigolf.