omg. Where do I begin? How can I sum up 3 1/2 amazing days in one blog? To Denver to Breckenridge back to Denver and back home. Just saying, our talking about never coming back was mostly joking. Maybe half joking. Target is lucky, that's all we have to say.
Each day, we asked each other what our favorite moment of the day was. I'll share mine here. On Saturday, I had two. The first was when we were driving from Denver to Breck. Jenna was driving and there was a moment when we were driving through the brown mountains and through this break, I could see the snow white peaks up ahead. Time stopped. I took my phone out and snapped a picture. We drew closer and closer and we wound through the mountains and you could see the jagged edges climbing on each side and ahead were these brilliant peaks...
For my second on Saturday, it was on the mountain itself. I was standing at the edge of this huge drop on a blue run and I stood there for a few moments with Jenna waiting like the patient saint she was at the bottom of the drop. I was scared to death, I'd already biffed it a couple times but at that moment, I said to myself, f* it, I'm going. And I went straight over. And coasted. And turned in a wide arc around the bottom, around Jenna, and over the next edge. Amazing.
And then there's the hot tub. Oh, and then there's dinner.
Dinner Saturday night was at a little local bar a couple blocks off Main in Breckenridge. James and I were just hungry but Jenna also wanted to watch the Kstate game. Anyway, all I can say is it was The Best Food Ever. Hands down. Best quesadilla. Best clam chowder. Best burger. Best Eggplant Parmesan. Best sweet potato fries. Best whiskey and diet. Or maybe we were starving and exhausted. Either way.
Sunday, we awoke in Breck and decided to get breakfast on Main then go up the mountain. We parked by the gondola and walked a couple blocks to this cafe/breakfast place. Breakfast was pretty amazing. Skiing after breakfast was also pretty amazing. I actually took skiing classes so it was a much slower pace (I was pretty sore, anyway) but very nice and relaxing.
My favorite moment Sunday was probably not on the slopes at all but when we went out to dinner with Stephanie and George. Jenna dropped James and I back off at Steph's house in Denver (Jenna lives in CO springs) and we met up with her and George and went out to this British Pub type place. Very cool. Good food. Good company. Good conversation. Very chill, relaxed. Perfect ending. And it helps that we went back to George's apartment for some handcrafted beer and a midnight jam session including three guitars and two djembes afterward. Heck yeah.
Today was just driving. But it was a beautiful, relaxing drive filled with good company and good music and good food (pizza from Casey's? Heck yeah). 9 1/2 hours gave me time to think, process, rest, and write some poetry (which I'm sure I'll post here later).
First on the list of thought processes, What in the heck am I doing living in Kansas? There is no way that I belong here. Colorado. California. But not the midwest.
I am planning my escape.
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