The drive from Fort Collins to Denver was so nice this morning. A hot air balloon was suspended close by most of the time, blue and yellow and red – a state flag! I drove up to Lory State Park on the way back from work yesterday. The rocks are so red (I know, Red Rocks Amphitheatre should have been my first clue). Like orange and brown but fluorescently so. I stopped in at the Visitors Center, a tiny little house of a place packed with historical artifacts. Beaver trapping devices from the fur trade in the early 1800’s, old horse shoes, arrow heads. Big signs warning of rattlesnakes out on the trail. I want to go back to bike/hike.
Today’s inflight entertainment is Imagine Me & You, fatally hopeless English romanticism at its best. Also included a snap of what I found nestled in between my travel snacks this morning!
I have added 3 other pictures for your review. One of them is the road on the way to the park. I had all the windows down when the giant watering system was spotted, spraying water far afield of the…well..field. Got a good car wash but did not take my 2nd shower of the day in the car.
I went to a dinner last night, invited by a different group in my company, one with whom I do not normally spend time. 4 courses with a sommelier, a master cocktail maker, and a brewmaster. The chef showed up later to discuss how he worked with the 3 to create the dishes. He was so nervous, he wasn’t used to the spotlight, never mind a spotlight with 100 pairs of eyes staring back at him with hands raised to ask questions. He practically ran out of the room after two questions. The sommelier wasn’t pretentious, but he was that guy who clearly knew everything there was to know about wine, and I can only imagine that, from time to time, he gets that eye-rolling response when someone asks a question. I loved listening to him. The guy who made the cocktails had wild curly hair and his shirt (Hawaiian) was unbuttoned to his navel. He made 4 very good cocktails, each of them a little cosmos. My favorite was cognac, Cointreau, peach, cinnamon, and bitters (which he mulled himself).
Mega lightweight as I am, I sipped everything, filled out the voting cards dutifully, and enjoyed it all. The courses were very small, high quality and odd in every way, little blobs of this and that, intended to be mixed together. Lamb tenderloin just slightly braised with cumin and salt sprinkled over was the main course with quinoa (tasting very Thai in nature). The best.
I called Uber right after the last course. I am an extroverted introvert and always will be. My boss texted me this morning to inquire as to my whereabouts last night. I reassured him that I needed to be with people as much as I needed to not be with them. I am not sure that was what he was looking for in the way of a response, but he did not reply, and to me, silence is golden!
I am contemplating turning on the comments section of the blog, but I am not sure I am ready for a conversation. Right now, comments flow to me directly for approval. Could my ass get any tighter and controlling? Possibly.
Time to go.
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory...
John Denver, Rocky Mountain High