This is Part 2 of a 3-part series. Read Larkin Poe's first entry here.
Trinidad, Colorado. Waking up in a Rodeway Inn. Wood paneling and carpet patterned in a tired, evergreen shade smacks of a bold 1970s attempt at "cozy, log cabin." Regrettably, the look has not translated well into 2016, but the heater works and the beds are comfortable. One can only whine so far about aesthetic before invoking the ubiquitous hashtag #firstworldproblems (which, contrary to popular belief, does not absolve the fact that, yes, you are still whining for no good reason). Hotel lobby coffee hits styrofoam and we're "on the road again," like a couple of Highwaymen ... maybe we're making the likes of Willie, Kris, Johnny, and Waylon proud. The seemingly endless span of prairie land we traversed for 700 miles from Tucson, Arizona, is now being punctuated more and more frequently with blue spruces and Douglas-firs as we close the remaining distance between us and Denver for tonight's show with Elvis Costello at the Paramount Theatre.
It has been an eventful week since our last journal entry.
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