Colorado

Back again,

I flew into Colorado on the last day of August, and it was slightly disappointing.   First off, the Denver airport is actually on the great plains.  Secondly, the fires of California has sent smoke and haze into Denver, overshadowing the supposed view of the mountains.  Thirdly, the gallant and romantic reunion between Gordy and I was thwarted when my plane arrived early (first in my lifetime), leaving me to wander around the airport until I got cell phone service and took the right shuttle to the parking area.  Less then perfect, but hey, at least I am back up in elevation!

Gordon and I spent a few days in Denver with good friends, who also happen to be professionally trained chefs.  For those of you who care or might ever be in Denver, you simply must have lunch at Fuel.  They have zucchini whoopi pies: end of explanation.

Two days later, my first professional baseball game experience done (at which the beer was more expensive then the tickets), Gordy and I returned to the Arkansas River Valley.  Since then we have packed, unpacked, memorized the aisles of Salida's Walmart, hiked mountains, ate crepes and slept in the Van.   Glorious.

For those of you again sitting in desks, wondering why your school email account won't let your sign in, pondering the reasons why professors who don't know how to use Blackboard still insist on uploading the class syllabus on it,  my thoughts are not with you.  They are on the Grand Canyon trip I am about to start on in less then two days.   I will pour some extra Baileys in my coffee in honor of your plodding routines, and when the freezing Colorado River slaps me in the face I will send some happiness your way.

Talk with you all soon.

P.S. I have received my Pentax Optio W80 and it is AMAZING.  Expect photo uploads as soon as I figure out how to work it.