I am a strange combination of things at this moment. I'm eating dinner. 630 is very early for me, but makes sense since I want to wake up 430 so I can leave by 530. Dinner, since I'm at a campsite, consists of a peanut butter and honey sandwich. Cold leftover rice that I cooked in Boulder. A cheese sandwhich, since I want to eat the rest of the cheese before it goes bad. Wine. Another plum since I have a lot, and oreos. I promise not to drink the whole bottle. I'll probably only have one glass, but there was a cute wine store in Manitou Springs and I'm supporting a local business.
That's where I am right now. Manitou. It's an odd place. The town is like 2 feet big, but Pike's peak is right there looming over. I spent a couple hours wandering around taking pictures. There was a democratic rally going on. Which was awesome. A woman stopped me and asked if I would take a picture of her and the man sitting next to them. I hope it comes out. I may have ruined the roll when I changed it. Which would be terribly sad.
Then at 240 I took a train up to Pike's Peak, it took a good hour and a half to get up. The ride was beautiful though, I took a lot more photos and talked to the two guys next to me, and then to the conductor on the way down since I was in the last row. At the top it was freezing, and it even snowed a bit. The whole ride just made me feel small, the mountains are so impressive.
It's starting to get dark, so even though my tent is all pitched I'm going to stop this early and finish eating and get ready to sleep. I'm still wicked tired for no reason. I hope some day I can come back to this odd town and hike up the Mountain.
"And here I am in Colorado! I kept thinking gleefully. Damn! damn! damn! I'm making it!" ~ Kerouac's On the Road
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