I love to travel. I don't get to do it often, but I absolutely love going to places I've never been before. I know my city. I know my place. I could walk these streets with my eyes closed and still tell you where every little brick, bump and scrap in the urban fabric is.
So one day I got the bug to go to Colorado. I mountain bike and owned a Jeep. So what better place to be? I had read that Boulder was rated America's most bike friendly city so I had to find out for myself. So we packed the Jeep and set off. From Florida. A whopping 29 hours of non-stop driving through open fields of grain to torrential downpours surly sent to destroy my journey.
We camped at a place called Estes Park, just north of Boulder. It was mid-July and while checking the weather report something interesting happened. In Florida, we are used to the shades of green to red indicating rain fall. We weren't used to blue and purple. Those of you familiar with those colors are probably laughing at us. At that point the little flakes of snow drifted down to inform us: time to freeze. We came prepared for summer. At 10,000 feet: summer doesn't exist. Needless to say that first night was a little rough.
We spent the rest of the week biking and driving the trails, but eventually we did spend some time in Boulder as we intended. You can see some of the pedestrian mall that the city built to combat sprawl and mom and pop decline. It's a beautiful strip free of cars and full of life.