I just got back from a trip I took with the woman to Colorado, to celebrate her X1st birthday (decade obscured to protect my life). We had a blast! We stayed with an Army buddy in Colorado Springs for two days, which included hiking the Garden of the Gods and Seven Falls, brewery visits, and homemade Korean food. While the latter two activities were good on their own, it was in the hiking expeditions that the woman and I (who are no out of shape shlubs ourselves) discovered what a difference 10,000 feet can make on your expectations of whether you'll pass out while going up some stairs or not. The Garden of the Gods was an easy walk and pretty; Seven Falls featured over 200 stairs we had to climb up the side of sheer cliffsides. The best part of that equation (narrow steps + hundreds of feet up) is that I'm also afraid of heights! So while we enjoyed the hiking and the natural beauty of the mountain when we got to the top, we were nervous as can be on the way up and down it.
We then went up to Denver for two days, primarily to see the rocking Jersey band The Gaslight Anthem (they're like Bruce Springsteen if he rocked more and didn't mumble every lyric) at the Fillmore Theater. We took in the state capitol building (adorned with a 24k gold roof), the Denver Art Museum (adorned with paintings of cowboys), the streets of Denver (adorned with more hobos than I ever imagined could be in one place at a time), and a non-existent "antique district". See, both the official Denver tourist guide and a website dedicated to the antique district said, "That on South Broadway between street number X and X are over 100 antique shops! OMG!" After walking three miles, all we saw were empty warehouses and more hobos. TO HELL WITH YOU DENVER!
But the concert was excellent, the beer was plentiful, and I got to slap a Romney/Ryan sticker on the back of my die-hard Ron Paul-loving friend's truck! Good times!
We then went up to Denver for two days, primarily to see the rocking Jersey band The Gaslight Anthem (they're like Bruce Springsteen if he rocked more and didn't mumble every lyric) at the Fillmore Theater. We took in the state capitol building (adorned with a 24k gold roof), the Denver Art Museum (adorned with paintings of cowboys), the streets of Denver (adorned with more hobos than I ever imagined could be in one place at a time), and a non-existent "antique district". See, both the official Denver tourist guide and a website dedicated to the antique district said, "That on South Broadway between street number X and X are over 100 antique shops! OMG!" After walking three miles, all we saw were empty warehouses and more hobos. TO HELL WITH YOU DENVER!
But the concert was excellent, the beer was plentiful, and I got to slap a Romney/Ryan sticker on the back of my die-hard Ron Paul-loving friend's truck! Good times!
