More fun in the Colorado sun

It’s been a few eventful days since I last posted, so perhaps an update? I journeyed northward from the Denver metro area to Ft. Collins. Along the way, I visited Red Rocks Amphitheater. I’d done a run on the trails around it the previous day, but this time was a revisit to the venue itself.

“Revisit?” Well, yes. I grew up not far away, and, in fact, my high school graduation ceremony was held here in June of 1980. Go Commanders! What with us all in our top hats, frock coats and arriving by horse and buggy, it was a sight of wonder and beauty! Of course there are no photos, cuz that hadn’t been invented yet. I recall seeing many shows here, some of the best, though, were impromptu Friday night acoustic shows by random people playing on a pitch-black stage. We’d sit in the stands listening and looking at the lights of Denver over the back rock, and the stars overhead. Can’t do that anymore: gates and locks on the entrances these days.

Arrived at my nephew’s, and we needed to go grocery shopping. Sigh. I guess I’ll get into the car and go.

Spent one day wandering around the campus of Colorado State University that has lost all familiarity since I graduated 35 years ago! About the only buildings that look the same are the residence halls, Moby Gym, and Clark.

Clark? Really? I’m not even sure they’ve painted it. Yikes, dudes, update that thing!! The rest of campus is different enough that I felt I was in an all-new place.
It definitely felt weird, and I noticed I was getting a lot of looks from students as I walked. Maybe I’m just old and odd-looking?

Since I was trying to overeat because I had stupidly registered for a race I was woefully undertrained for the next day, I went to a place that has been in the same location since my horse-and-buggy days: Avogadro’s Number for a sammy. I sat and ate with three siblings who were kind of doing the same thing. It was really interesting to hear their different perspectives, and about mushroom hunting around Corvallis, OR.

Did I mention a race? Yeah, my diabolical nephew suggested I sign up for a trail marathon, because, “you’ll be here anyway, and the trails are neat!” or something to that effect. So I did, only to discover that *he* didn’t! So I shamed his equally out of shape ass to sign up as well. Perky men at the start, and tired, ass-dragging ones at the finish.

But, finish we did – the both of us. And, I have to add, the old crushed the young. Heck, I’d already finished my first beer and was on to the second, when I handed him his frosty can of liquid gold as he crossed the line. Yeah, Imma gonna be blowing that particular horn for a looong while!
Now it’s time to rest the angry IT Band, do a bunch of laundry, visit with friends and see about what to do next. My aeroplane ride is coming up soon!

But first, I think a trip to South Dakota next week might be fun. I’d like to do a run while I’m there, but that’ll be determined by my leg agreeing to do so.