Fair warning: this is going to be a long post riddled with photos.
Ellison and I spent the better part of last week visiting Copper Catfish, Peanut, and George (who doesn’t need a nickname because he’s a dog).
Their community is very nice but very suburban subdivision-y, and this is not an aspect of residential living with which I have experience, so it was a little strange for me. The excitement of the week was when the neighbor’s grandparents dog tried to jump out the second story window – and I’ll admit, it *was* exciting enough that I forgot to grab my camera. But just outside their community is a lovely man-made lake (Kendrick? Maybe.) with a great walking trail.
There is a ton of wildlife in and around the lake including white pelicans, which I couldn’t get enough of. I’ll spare you the full complement but here’s a sampling: butterflies, pelicans, and the absolute cutest little ducklings in the whole entire world.
And do you see, it was summer there? Like, hot sunny weather, thunderstorms, tank tops. Not like, need a jacket to go to work even though it’s freakin’ July summer, like here. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to feel the sun on my skin until I was there and basking. But I digress.
Ellison, Copper Catfish, and I were able to meet up with Paksen and his National Sweetness for barbecue – she is just lovely! – and picked up Bella to watch fireworks in Denver – the only time we spent in Denver proper. Paksen knew just the place to go to see the fireworks over Mile High Stadium.
Peanut took a surprise day off and was able to accompany us on a day trip to Boulder. Much more of an urban center than their residential subdivision, and a very diverse group of white people. Boulder has a cool library museum featuring:
And strangely an assortment of taxidermied animals decorate the library atrium.
Boulder is weird because it’s all hippie-crunchy but the retaining wall along a river in the park near the library has this oddball public art:
Plus people go rafting with inflatable deer heads.
I’m feeling overwhelmed by my own post so Grand Lake, Rocky Mountain National Park, and Estes Park will have to wait for tomorrow. Here’s one word to prepare you: ELK.