Mile high.

We're in a Sheraton in Denver now. We started a little late. We drove north from Las Cruces through Albuquerque (ugly) to Santa Fe (looks kinda new) and then took a detour up through Taos. Neither of us had been there. What a pretty drive. Pretty town, too. You have to really like beige. Okay, that was sarcastic Carolyn. Down, girl.

The Sheraton is probably nicer than last night's hotel . . . but it's HUGE. The hotel last night felt a little homier. And, of course, we got to know the waiter guy quite well. The woman who brought room service tonight was very nice as well -- but she didn't come to our room three times because our power was out. She used to have a dog. A boxer.

The dogs were great again today. It's amazing how riding in the truck all day wears them out as much as it does us.

So far we've been through nine states . . . Colorado, New Mexico, a tiny corner of Texas, Chihuahua, Aguascalientes, Jalisco, Zacatecas, Durango and Zaragoza -- not necessarily in that order. I've never been to Wyoming or Montana. That's tomorrow.