“So, everyone, what’s next?” Rick asked as we exited a diner on the outskirts of Hays, Kansas. “It’s 5:30 right now. If we push through, we can arrive in Denver around midnight. That assumes we don’t stop.”
“Do you think we could not stop for six hours straight?” I demanded. “We’ll need a bathroom break for sure. Even if it’s just pulling off the road to use the camper toilet.”
“Okay, fine,” Ricky said. “I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Let’s open up the beds,” Thea suggested. “Then the kids can sack out while we drive. But one serious question. What happens when we arrive in Denver in the middle of the night? Are there more beds there somehow?”
“My parents’ guest rooms,” Ricky said. “They live above the restaurant, and we can park the trailer in the employee parking lot for the nig
