Final week of vacation: Colorado

John, Bink and I landed at Denver International on Tuesday afternoon.  We drove to Broomfield where John lives, and then Bink and I continued on to her home in Fort Collins.  Bink and her husband Greg had to head right out the door for a soccer game, as my nieces Mesa and Zola are both on the varsity squad at their high school.  It was an outdoor game, and quite cold, so I begged off and went to bed early.  I slept a well needed twelve hours.

On Wednesday morning I was treated to what is the standard breakfast at my sister’s house; lattes and fruit and spinach smoothies.  Bink is an interior/exterior designer, and I accompanied her to her latest project, a lounge, kitchen and conference area in the basement of the Armstrong Hotel, for which she has also done the design.

In the afternoon we cruised through a couple of flea markets, and then went to dinner at the Rio Grande, a restaurant I started waiting tables at on the day they opened some twenty four years ago. I even had a sentimental margararita (rocks, no salt).

On Thursday morning I visited with my good friends Claire and Andre (Andre was one of the original owners of the Rio).  I found that even though we’d spent more time apart than together in the past two decades, that original bond was as tight as ever.  I then got a chance to hang out for awhile with our son August, who I also see far too little of.  Bink and Mesa had to fly back to Las Vegas that afternoon for a soccer tournament, so Greg, Zola and I had pizza in.

Friday was more time with August, and Greg and Zola joined us for the early showing of The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus.  It was at a groovy movie theatre which is housed in an old dry cleaning business and is called the Lyric.  You can sit on couches and sip cold beer on tap while viewing the film.  Mexican food followed.

Saturday morning found me headed to Boulder where my youngest sister Rosalie lives with her husband Brian.  The three of us had breakfast with Brian’s parents, and then Brian went off for a day of sky diving while Ro and I walked around the Pearl Street  Mall and soaked up the Colorado sunshine.  Dinner was at an Ethiopian restaurant, which was an entirely new cuisine experience for me.

On Sunday morning we reviewed Brian’s skydiving videos from the day before (he has a camera mounted in his helmet).  For those of who who like to live vicariously, click here to see one for yourself (uncensored moment included).  I then booked it over to my Aunt Claudine’s one hour late, as my vacation mode had left me completely unaware that because of daylight savings, time had sprung forward.

Assembled at my Aunt’s house were my various cousins and their families, as well as Ro and Brian and my brother John.  We spent a lot of time together as children, and it is always great to reassemble.

That evening I drove back to Fort Collins, and Bink and Mesa flew in from Vegas. The next morning John picked me up and I said my goodbyes to Bink and family. John and I stopped at New Belgium Brewery (both his and Greg’s employer) for some swag, and then by August’s house to say goodbye for now.  After a morning of cruising flea markets, we were joined by John’s daughter Shannon, and the three of us went to see Crazy Heart and then out to dinner.  John then dropped me off at my Cousin Leigh’s for an insanely short visit, and picked me up again in the morning for a ride to the airport.

And now, after two and a half weeks of whirlwind travel, I’m back home in Hew Hampshire.  In my absence, winter seems to have quietly slipped away.  Now only one thing lies between us and spring, and that is mud season.

2 responses to “Final week of vacation: Colorado

  1. LUCKY!!! It all sounds wonderful….All of those fabulous restaurants…I miss them

    • K, good food is not to be taken for granted, that is for sure. California is replete with one good restaurant after another, and then there is the wine! I miss it as well. L

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