Well folks, I just flew back from Denver and boy are my arms tired. I will say the altitude adjustment was rough. Even when I’m standing a mile high I was still shorter than everybody else.
All joking aside about the Denver Broncos, the city of Denver was very relaxing. As a new vegetarian, it was great eating. As a hater of hipsters and unnecessary beards, I hated it. At least the parts I was in were very much dominated owned or run by youths. And these fuckers knew everything about anything.
We drove around the city one morning and there was what appeared to be a swap meet for homeless people where college-aged students were supplying donations and all. But that day we were going to the best place I ate there: City O’City. It was more vegetarian than any other place we had gone. The meat substitutes they had prepared were unlike anything I had before. We had to wait first for maybe 45 minutes so we walked the town. We went by where the homeless swap meet was but when we began walking towards it I noticed the view of the mountains from the city. I think that moment I fell in love with Denver.
Living in Pennsylvania I don’t get to see super mountains like these.
Snow covered mountaintops looked even cooler when we were flying home. I looked down at the Great Plains then looked back towards Denver and saw the huge snow covered Rockies in the distance.
My wife and I enjoyed our time there. I want to go back in the summer and would do a winter trip there again too. Missed out on snowmobiling but had just enough exposure to want to go back more than once in the future.
Plus I want to go back to check my score:
