Thelma and Louise, Part One

Suzanne and I set out on our road trip to her Montana wedding before dawn one Saturday. We were armed with coffee, a map highlighting our route, two cell phones and driving a loaded down Durango full of what can only be called "wedding crap." (Except for the dress, of course. That was truly important.) So, we're driving and laughing, text messaging our friends, and enjoying the scenery. Just as we come into Colorado, we notice a sign to our right, "State Correctional Facility Ahead: Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers." Well, great! That's comforting! We laugh and continue on our merry way. About 15 minutes later, I'm driving along, watching the traffic in front of me and wondering how much longer before we're actually in the mountains, when suddenly, I hear Suz exclaim, "Look! A marching band!" My first thought is, "What kind of marching band is out in the middle of June?!" But, still, I glance to my right. Where she sees a marching band, I see white buildings, painted uniformly with green roofs and surrounded by barbed wire fencing. I also see rows of men in matching white uniforms lined up in a yard. Could it be a CORRECTIONAL FACILITY?! She came to the same realization about the time I did, and we laughed way too hard for the next several miles!