We are of hearty pioneer stock though, so up at 5:30 we were. A bit bleary-eyed (not that it was noticeable), we drove to the airport and said our good-byes. Unfortunately, Jason had flaky flights, and he spent the next nine hours hanging out in DIA. He didn't get to board his flight until I was pulling into Grand Junction!
I, on the other hand, miraculously made it home from the airport without falling asleep and promptly went back to bed for a 90-minute power nap before packing and hitting the road for Grand Junction. I figured out about halfway here that I had neglected to pack any pants besides the jeans I was wearing, so while I did manage to drive on 3.5 hours of sleep, I am apparently not the best at packing.
Still, I made it home for our delayed family Christmas, and the snowstorm held off until I was pulling into town. Plus, the canyons are always pretty when you mix snow and cliffs and evergreens.
And sleep. Sleeping will be good too.