So this is the 3rd post I've published tonight. Peter and Mike were awesome and helped me figure out how to get the internet to work. Basically my computer is very very old and ... well, we're online now so no more worries.
I got a bit of a later start than I wanted today, but since I was staying here one more night it wasn't a big deal. On my way to Denver I stopped in downtown Boulder at a farmer's market. Got some delicious plums and ate one of those honey straws. There were a lot of stands, I had to keep clear of the cheese since I have no good way of keeping it fresh. There were also local stores selling food, so I had a corn tamale for 2nd breakfast. It was amazing, and spicy, and my very first tamale ever.
Driving to Denver was easy enough. Once there, the morning was kind of like yesterday, frustrating because I didn't know how I wanted to get about. Where should I park my car? Should I ride my bike into town? Well after trying that, and deciding I didn't want to get hit I drove to the Botanical Garden Museum. It was beautiful, and very relaxing, which I needed. They had an indoor tropical jungle exhibit. And I decided that I wouldn't mind being cremated and spread around in the jungle so I can grow into that crazy atmosphere: the humid and heavy yet cool and damp air, and the plants that fight over the light and the giant leaves and, yeah okay I'm strange but I like it.
Downtown was ok. I'm kind of tired of outside street malls, but not of independent bookstore(of course). I got a Jamba Juice smoothie for lunch and only bought one book at the Tattered Cover Bookstore. I looked at all the outsides of the cool buildings like the capitol with its gold roof, but nothing was open cause it was Saturday.
On my way out I decided to go West into the mountains a bit to see if I could drive up Mount Evans. It was in one of the books Katie gave me to look through and was only 30 minutes from Denver. The drive was amazing, and Phyllis did just fine. An hour from the bottom of the mountain I was as far up as you could go. There was snow around still, and it was probably in the low 50's or high 40's. I wanted to stop the car at every turn to get out and take a picture, it's just so amazing. The road got scary and narrow and yikes! close to the edge, but I made it. There were these funny little animals sitting on the side of the road at times. The first one I saw looked right at me, and it kind of looked like a beaver only smaller and with no giant tail. So I have no idea what they were, but they were cute, and brave since they were sitting at the very edge of the road. On my way down I saw this large group of men halfway up part of the mountain, and when I listened in it sounded like praying ... in Spanish. I gathered up enough to know they were having some sort of religious event. Definitely Christian, and definitely interesting. It made me remember that I haven't put any of the Spanish CDs on yet.
Called home on the way back to talk to Mom and Dad, since I haven't posted or called for a while. And I got Chipotle for dinner. YUM. It was a very Spanish foods day. Back at the Zaidel's we went through my computer's stupidness, and I listened to them talk politics in the other room. I've loved it here, and I'm really sad to leave. I hope I make it back some day, either to hike or rock climb or live.
Tomorrow I'm leaving as early as I can force myself to for Manitou Springs CO. It's right near Pike's peak, which I may partially hike up. There's also a train that goes up it. I don't want to drive it, Phyllis did enough today, and Katie Gill said it's scary. I should really have someone else in the car for things like that, to keep me from getting too nervous. First night of camping too, yay new tent!
I need to find a good place for my Obama sticker on my car.
I forgot to mention the light. Driving back from Boulder right after sunset, when there was still light enough that ruled out the street lights. I realized that my arms were purple, and it felt like melting into the landscape outside the car. Did I mention I really love it here.
Kerouac has already made it to California, I'm taking a bit more time.
" If you are able,
Don't have a stable
With any mangers,
Be rude to strangers.
Moral: Behave"
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