Well, we’ve got our first official week in Denver on the books, and I can’t believe how easy the transition has been! Of course Adam and I already knew we were in love with Colorado, but the puppies have adjusted SO well, too! They love their new home and I feel like all of us, even the dogs, are so much more relaxed than we were in the D.C. area.
As smooth as the first week out here has gone, the drive out was slightly bumpier!
Our amazing friend offered to drive our moving truck out here for us, which was such an incredibly generous offer and I’m pretty sure he didn’t really think it through before he committed to 24+ hours in a 16’ moving truck driving through pretty much all types of weather – and I’m so glad he didn’t, because we never would have made it out here without him!
(This is said friend officiating our wedding almost two years ago. Needless to say, we’re big fans).
We got off to a later than desirable start thanks to some bad weather the night before that kept us from fully loading up the big items into the moving van. One thing about living with “giants” – it comes along with giant furniture – none of our stuff is small!
So, we left late, and then ended up going through the snow and ice covered mountains of West Virginia for what seemed like an eternity…an icy, scary, winding road of an eternity.
We were supposed to meet up with some of our friend’s friends in St. Louis and have a Great Dane sleepover with their neighbors who also had a Dane! Buuuut we ended up getting in so late that we couldn’t pull it off since they had to get up early for work the next day.
So, we went to bed and got another late start the next day.
By this point, I had declared at least 10 times that I will NEVER do another move that can’t be done in a day. Never. Sorry! Can’t do it.
About an hour outside of St. Louis brings us to my favorite part of the trip.
We’re driving along the freeway and the nearest cars are about a mile or two ahead of us. We see a black police SUV parked to catch traffic violators and call our friend to let him know, although none of us were speeding. We joked to ourselves as we watched he SUV pull out in our rear view and wondered who he was going after.
Our stomachs dropped as he approached our friend and our moving truck about a car or two behind us…but he kept going right on by. Then he got to the left of our car and lingered for a few seconds and then…yup…he turned on his lights.
We pulled over, utterly confused about why we were doing so, and held our breaths as we waited to find out. Two cops got out of the SUV and approached our car on the passenger side. I rolled down the window and warned them that we had dogs that were freaking out, and they basically said no worries and that Adam could grab the insurance and registration and go over to their car. So, he did.
One of the cops went with Adam and one stayed by me. And then Adam got IN their car. The cop saw my concern and said not to worry, and started asking me questions about the dogs. We chatted for a minute and I felt comfortable enough to ask why they pulled us over. He said something to the effect of “Oh, he was just following someone a little too close. He’ll just give him a warning.”
At this point, I knew something wasn’t right. You might recall from the beginning of this story that the nearest car was at least a mile ahead of us. As I tried to put the pieces together, the officer kept asking me more and more questions about the pups. He was completely infatuated (to the point that I almost told him he could take a photo with them if he wanted to!). He asked what we were doing and I told him we were in the middle of moving. He asked how it was going and I said, honestly, “Well, we’re not really making great time!” And just like that, he said “Oh, no problem!” and walked back toward his car, and Adam got out and started walking back toward ours.
Just as the officer had told me, the other officer had only given Adam a warning. However, that’s about all he did – he didn’t take his information down or anything. In fact, they both just hung out chatting in the car while the other cop and I were talking about the dogs. Adam pointed out that they were K-9 officers, and that’s when we put it together…the REAL reason they had stopped us:
Lol! 😂 They wanted to meet the babies!
Seriously, you guys. I’ve had random people form a LINE to meet Ares before when we’ve taken him out to lunch, but that’s nothing compared to this.
We both were laughing hysterically once we realized what had just happened. It was definitely a welcome break from the otherwise monotony of the drive. The rest of the drive went by pretty uneventfully…until we got about an hour outside of Denver and hit a winter storm.
Active snow and rain, freezing temperatures, and incredibly forceful winds made the last hour pretty uncomfortable for us…but that’s nothing compared to how our friend felt driving our truck when his windshield wipers suddenly froze to the windshield, causing him to stop in the middle of the freeway as snow and ice covered his windshield.
He was able to pull over and defrost the wipers and get back on the road fairly quickly, but still, that’s so freaky! Seriously, can’t stress enough how thankful we are to him!!
We rolled into our new neighborhood around 10pm – too late to really unload much, so we got some blankets and pillows and all slept on the floor after enjoying some well-deserved beers!
The next few days were spent unpacking and making everything feel like home. We still have a little unpacking left to do, but for the most part, we’re feeling totally settled.
My favorite part has got to be this amazing chef’s kitchen!
In case you couldn’t tell, I absolutely adore cooking and hanging out in here. As if getting to live in our dream city wasn’t good enough, we’re also living in our favorite home to date. I mean, just check out our view:
We’re feeling super lucky over here. I can’t wait to share some new recipes with you (and to make them in this amazing kitchen). Thanks for bearing with me as I’ve been a little behind on posts this month with the move! 😇