TOD II
There was one other time that involved a glorious sleep like that, but this one was more like 12 hours.
Summer 1969. Friends and I had driven from Cleveland to Aspen, Colorado, for a couple of weeks vacation and attending the music festival. We were a caravan of several cars and we drove straight through, sharing the driving. It was about a 24-hour trip, way longer than it would be now because of only partial completion of the interstate through the Rockies, and whatever sleep we got in the cars was, well, the kind of sleep you get in a car. I don't remember what time of day we arrived in Aspen, but I will never forget the little single bed in this motel/resort that sadly no longer exists. The room was just below ground level, and the bed was next to a window through which I could literally look up and see the night sky. I wasn't used to how beautifully cool those nights would be, but the bed was made up with the weightiest stack of blankets I've ever known, and that first night had to be a good 12 hours of bliss.
I certainly attained some nice long sleeps following college all-nighters like the rest of you, but these two experiences were memorable for their own unique reasons.
