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Colorado Trip, Day 2 – Garden of the Gods

Today we started off with a quick stop to the marijuana dispensery. Well, just the outside… I guess they’re closed on Sundays. 

Note the convenient drive-thru area.

The highlight of today was visiting Garden of the Gods.  


View from the visitor center

We decided to take a Jeep tour so we could see more of the park and learn about the history and the geology. 

Frog Toggs are the must-have accessory this season

I took approximately 500 photos during the trip and unfortunately the wifi at the hotel we are staying at tonight is not cooperating. So here are a few highlights. 


Our Jeep driver stopped to get us real Manitou Spring water. I thought it tasted like Alka Selzer
The Hemp Store
Note the slanted bottom. This was to keep the boiler level during ascent.

I took a ton of flower photos too. You know how I love flowers! 

Thistle bud
Well hello there!

After our Jeep ride we went for a hike but by then the clouds had gathered and it began to rain. 

We went and checked into the hotel and promptly took a nap. Then we had a very late lunch/early dinner at a local brewery. 

Now it’s 8pm here but since I didn’t sleep well last night and am still sort of on east coast time, I’m ready to hit the hay. 

Tomorrow morning we are taking the cog rail up Pikes Peak and biking down. Woo hoo! 

Colorado Trip, Day 1 – Arrival

We’re here!

I said I would write each day, so here we go.

I am currently sitting on the couch in our suite at the Best Western. Luxurious, I know. We’re only paying $40 for tonight because when we got here they did not have a reservation for us. Thanks a bunch,! Fortunately they had this suite left so that’s what we got at a discounted price. Good thing too, because I was ready to check in and put some eye drops in.

East Coast chickie rocking a Kentucky shirt in Colorado

So today was the usual travel scene. Our flight was delayed out of Hartford, but not by much. We took a detour over Canada (Ontario I reckon) because of the storms in the Midwest.

The flight was a bit uncomfortable. I was in the middle seat and the girl on my right, this skinny little teenager, kept playing elbow wars with me over the arm rest. Also, she kept the shade closed during takeoff so I did not get to fully enjoy my favorite part of flying. Hello!

Southwest does allow you some cool visuals to track your flight though!

Roger, Roger. What’s our vector, Victor?

Anyway. We’re finally here. It’s only about 10:30 here but I am still running on east coast time so I’m pretty pooped. Actually, I’d be pooped at 10:30 east coast time anyway, who am I kidding.

Tomorrow the plan is to head down to the Colorado Springs area and check out Garden of the Gods. I promise to take lots of pretty pictures!

Calm on the surface, but paddling like mad underneath.

Hello! Just a quick update to let you know that I am still alive, although rather tired.

Earlier this week I took a quick trip to Chicago for work, but ended up stuck in the airport for nearly the whole day on Tuesday. I didn’t get home until 1am, and I’ve been feeling pretty sluggish ever since.

There are so many things I want to write about, and hopefully I will get into a better routine soon. I have this idea that I can wake up at 5 am, meditate, go for a run, write for an hour, have breakfast, shower and dress for work by 8am. Which, really, seems doable, right? I mean, it’s three whole hours at my disposal. There was a time that I used to get up and walk 3 miles and do a nice yoga sesh before breakfast. It was awesome. I can do it again, right?

I want to write about confidence, and how it comes and goes in waves. Sometimes I am taken back when I notice how nervous and uncertain I really am underneath my outwardly calm persona.

I want to write about how I just spent three days among strangers and not one of them seemed to notice that my hands were different. Or maybe I was just too oblivious to notice.

I want to write about being in an airport, surrounded by hundreds of people and making eye contact with some of them and wanting to know their stories, but not knowing how to begin. And in the odd moments of actual conversation, how I suddenly became nervous and wanted them to go away because I couldn’t hear them very well.

Or how, going out to dinner with colleagues in a very crowded and noisy restaurant was so frustrating because I could not hear the person on my left at all. Fortunately, he wasn’t talking much. Would having a hearing aid have helped this situation, or would it have just made everything else louder? Do I really want to go back to the hearing specialist and risk getting a glob of silicone stuck in my ear again?

So there’s some topics to pick up on next time I have a moment.

For now I shall catch up on sleep.