Hike to St. Mary's Glacier in the Arapaho National Forest.
BYOB.
Crazy clouds up in this piece.
Slippery slope. (D'oh! Forgot our crampons.)
Idaho Springs, ol' mining town, home of this. (CO loves brewing beer.)
Best buds.
A good song or lyric "must have three things: the visual, the sensual, and the emotional. Want to hear an example? 'Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy...'" -Ethan Buckler, King Kong
Winston a.k.a. Winnie a.k.a Win Tin Tin.
Chautauqua Trail in Boulder.
Andrew freeclimbing up the Flat Irons, NBD.
Cavin'.
A li'l friend I met at the dog park.
And then we went to a real head trip of a Denver landmark known as Casa Bonita—a "restaurant" where the food is truly mind-bogglingly terrible (but you can't enter without buying some), and the atmosphere is overwhelmingly amazing. Cliff divers, a 30-foot waterfall, arcade games, puppet shows, a pirate's cave, etc. (I get why Cartman is obsessed.) As this blogger aptly put it: "It's like Disney had sex with Tijuana and left the goofy-looking bastard to fend for itself in a random strip mall on Colfax." These pics of Casa B are kinda fuzzy, but so was my head after drinking a watery and way-too-sweet "Sangria Swirl." Taste the magic:
The gross food comes out through a hole in the wall!
Eric, the diver of the evening. Age 17 maybe? 18?
I'm sure many a party princess has had her bday here.
The game "Big Bertha" looks like it has been here since the '70s. (Free Bertha!!)
I heckled Eric all evening, but we still took a pic together. He's cool like that.
To the hot springs.
Dillion Dam Brewery.
Drag Queen bingo at Hamburger Mary's.
See you later, Colorado. (Smell ya later, Casa Bonita.)