Packing up and the journey

Packing up in Montague Street

Our life fits into 11 bags and one violin case.  It includes a teapot (apparently not always available in the US?), a tent, bike helmets, winter coats and a surprising number of pairs of shoes, photos of the rabbits and a card from Ms Moore (head teacher at Preston Street) and some photos from Mull.  And constantly-checked immigration docs.

Heathrow to Denver, Dan and Morwenna handled 4 films on the trot with relative ease, which takes care of 7 hours of a nine hour flight.  It was 35 degrees on arrival on Denver with the sun just setting – 2am in Edinburgh.  We all dozed on the one hour trip from Denver to Boulder, which is just as well as it is a depressing procession of strip malls, hotels and industrial flatland.

Waiting for the taxi