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We slept in, packed the car, refueled and got food. We had both written postcards to a couple folks and were on the hunt for a mailbox. I went into the gas station and asked the woman behind the counter. She had no idea where to mail things, but this other woman behind me (who was bent over, looking for something on the shelves, though possibly restocking the shelves) said "what are you looking for?" I told her, she looked me up and down, then said, "I can take them home with me and drop them in my box." I hesitated, but then said, "ok". She said "just put them on the counter". I walked out of the gas station, wondering how long it would take them to read our postcards. I was convinced the one I wrote to Damon, which contained sarcastic comments about the Mormon retreat center as well as the state's reputation for killing transpeople, would never make it out of the woman's house except via the garbage can. But miraculously enough, Damon received his postcard before I got home! I assume my parents' got theirs too. Anyway, on Sunday, Melro drove us to Denver, which was about 4-5 hours. Western Nebraska was sort of a wasteland, but in a cool looking way. And it was hot as hell. Mid-90's – according to the Weather Channel, the hottest region in the country outside of the southwest deserts. Hotter than the southeast even. Which was problematic since th car not only did have A/C, but also had a tendency to overheat, so approximately once an hour, we had to turn the heater on to take heat away from the engine. Then we would roll down the windows and try not to get killed by the hot air pouring into the car as we went 85-90 miles per hour down the interstate. Keep this image in your head for the remainder of the drive, because it was a constant presence. We got to Denver and found Sam's house, despite missing the exit and getting stuck downtown in the "Taste of Denver" fest. We rested in the house where he was dog-sitting, wrestled with the large overgrown puppy-dog some, then went shopping at Target and Mervyn's for swimwear type materials. Later we went to dinner with Sam's friends from work at the Macaroni Grill. By 10pm, we were wiped out and went to bed (to give us some credit, it felt like 11 pm to us, because of time zone change).