| Okay. I just got a rather pricey loaner. I should be good for the next couple of weeks. Same number.
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| Yeah. So my phone just died today and I don't think I'll be able to Frankenstein it. So hurray, I've gotta buy a new phone. I don't know if I'll have a new one before going into St. Louis, so if you had any intention of calling me this weekend, you might want to try e-mail instead. It sucks, I know, but what are you going to do. Stay tuned to this bat-channel for updates.
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| I have $3.63 in my checking account, $10 in my wallet, and a big fat 0
in my savings, and I'm travelling to St. Louis for the weekend.
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| Today was a super-duper awesome day! I got a call from a - well I
suppose friend - but previously aquaintence, Kate out of the clear blue
sky asking me if she wanted to go up to the mountains this weekend and
putz around. Well who am I to turn a trip to the mountains down? So of
course I agreed.
As of yesterday, I hadn't heard word one from Kate, but gathering the
kind of person that she is, I still figured we were going out and so it
was my happy surprise this morning to find a text from her asking when
we were heading out. I checked the weather and road conditions in Estes
Park, given how overcast and generally gloomy it looked down here, and
discovered 40 degrees and a 30% chance of rain. Well crap! said myself
to myself. I seriously considered calling her back and saying that it
looked crappy, but I figured "HEY! DUMB-DANIEL! MOUNTAINS! REDHEAD! GET
YOUR ASS IN GEAR!" So we had a lovely lunch and a lovelier, albeit
extremely foggy trip up to Estes, the long, prettier way through the
foothills and had a nice quick jaunt around that fair town. I oogled
the dogs and the music shop, she oogled the statues of Ganesh and
Lakshme. It was great fun.
At about sometime o'clock we headed into Rocky Mountain National Park,
and with one svelte move of my pass-laden hand (care of my last trip up
last week with my dear friend AJ) we entered a the park and were
greeted with ELK IN THE MIST! No seriously! It was a huge friggin'
herd. We got up to hiking country and had a really wonderful hike
around the various lakes off the trail. Every one of my friends brings
a different perspective to going up to the mountains, and each I
thoroughly enjoy (e.g. Lindsay and snowshoing in circles, AJ and
running up to the top of the world), but Kate was the closest to me. We
spent probably a third of our time rocked back on our heels at the
beauty of the fog-covered banks and the local proliferation of precious
and enduring life. We didn't even notice the night rolling in us until
it was too late. We ended up driving, very trecherously, down highway
36 to Boulder with no lights save the mist-scattering beams of oncoming
traffic.
Even though we didn't do much in real terms, I had a wonderful time. Here's to more. |
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