Hot Dog: Plain hot dog.
It was nearly 10 p.m. We had started the day before dawn in El Paso, TX. We still needed to make it to Cheyenne, WY that night to make it to the hotel. We had driven through thunderstorms, standstill traffic on I-25, stopped to visit family only to get killed in air hockeys by my great-nieces/nephews. We had three kids in the car.
But this was Colorado. A new state. It’s for the hot dog. What will be open? Are there Sonic’s up here? They’re almost always the perfect failsafe. Would they still be open? Thankfully, there were a couple not far off the highway still open. Colorado is checked off.