Day 2: Rocky Mountain high
FORT COLLINS CO -- This morning started off somberly with a trip to Town Hall to find my great-aunt and uncle's plots in the city cemetery. The town's receptionist was right; the code she gave me to find was confusing, but I did finally dig them up find them, and snapped some pictures for my cousin-the-family-genealogist.
Before I left Goodland, I also snapped a picture of what must be the world's largest easel. Being Kansas, the easel had a picture of one of Van Gogh's Sunflowers.
Then, en route to Denver, I stopped off at the post office in the small town of Kanorado KS. As its name suggests, it's a border town, and I had a good chat-up with the postal clerk.
I made it in time for the 1:05 first pitch in Denver between Colorado and San Diego. Coors Field is known for its high-altitude, high-offensive outputs. However, the game was merely a 1-0 victory for the Rockies.
But the real highlight was the Rocky Mountain Oysters. (Please, let Wikipedia explain.)
Last time Chad and I were there, I sent him to order me some and they were out -- it was approaching the 7th inning. In case you're curious, the RMO ended up tasting like dry, breaded, de-boned (sorry for the imagery) fish.
After a trek through Denver rush hour and dropping off my stuff at the hotel, I snuck on north to Cheyenne to get Chad a Wyoming Cowboys shirt before returning to Fort Collins.
(See attached post for my nighttime activity.)
Before I left Goodland, I also snapped a picture of what must be the world's largest easel. Being Kansas, the easel had a picture of one of Van Gogh's Sunflowers.
Then, en route to Denver, I stopped off at the post office in the small town of Kanorado KS. As its name suggests, it's a border town, and I had a good chat-up with the postal clerk.
I made it in time for the 1:05 first pitch in Denver between Colorado and San Diego. Coors Field is known for its high-altitude, high-offensive outputs. However, the game was merely a 1-0 victory for the Rockies.
But the real highlight was the Rocky Mountain Oysters. (Please, let Wikipedia explain.)
Last time Chad and I were there, I sent him to order me some and they were out -- it was approaching the 7th inning. In case you're curious, the RMO ended up tasting like dry, breaded, de-boned (sorry for the imagery) fish.
After a trek through Denver rush hour and dropping off my stuff at the hotel, I snuck on north to Cheyenne to get Chad a Wyoming Cowboys shirt before returning to Fort Collins.
(See attached post for my nighttime activity.)