So the last several days (aka Sunday and Monday) was the wonderful time where work didn't expect me to be able to effectively deal with children, and I was able to engage in a general apathy known widely as recovery.
Sunday proved to be the best example. After a night of cramping each time I rolled over, I convinced myself that the day was worth facing. Then promptly after finishing a bowl of cheerio's I slept for another 45 minutes. Then I performed an adequate 145 minutes of lounging and practicing the contrabass. Then I realized that all the food I had eaten in the last 20 hours had induced nausea, so I came up with the brilliant idea to lounge by Tarryall Creek. I took a several hour nap, woke up hungry, then continued driving to Jefferson to get a delicious, greasy, delicious Burger and Fries from the Hungry Moose Caboose (please go there if you're in Jefferson, CO), and it was greasy.
After able recalorification, I resumed my lounging:
'I'm gonna guess by your tan lines that you aren't a golfer'
I also found some enjoyable views:
I even learned some interesting Tarryall Valley facts during my roaming.
At Least my bike doesn't poop in the Wilderness!
Such as there is a horse trail to the base of X-Rock
"Ranger's were required to show proficiency in horse packing"
Or that Forest Rangers were once held to some standards of proficiency. As interesting as that was I slept till dinner and then slept for the night.
The next morning I managed move up in the world from apathy to lethargy. After barely any sleeping in, and a mere meh-cceptable lounging period it was time for... Breckenridge! As everyone knows Summit County is the place to be if you don't feel like doing anything active and if you don't really want to spend money. Me and PIC (Partner in Crime) visited several local boutiques only to discover that unlike a endurance bike race, real stores give very little away for free. So we bought Mary's Mountain Cookies, and skidoodled over to Carter Park. Where after a short hike at the start for the firecracker 50. We saw this.
"Custom Fence"
I was unable to capture all those just outside the frame who were upset because of Breck's attempt to make fence culture into the main stream be just going out and getting the nicest custom fence they could without spending the time to get 'field cred.' I also captured a photo of nerd culture, that was expressly not for sale, but I managed to delete it in my unnerdlyness. Please use google to search for photos of 'iPhone users' for better results than I could have given anyways.
After seeing family and eating Empire Burger, an LLF (Long Lost Friend) entreated me and my companion to step foot in Manitou. This required the several hour drive to reassure myself that I would be normal even after a stop in the Mate Factor and several moderate-to-severe hissy fits descending from Woodland Park. We arrived early to Manitou, so the obvious thing to do was hit up the penny arcade.
While I was tempted to spare my quarters in order to find out how kissable I was, I remembered that there are several websites that advertise that service for free, several maybe even on this blog. So I used the pinball machines to relieve me of my pocket change.
I don't see anything Roller Derby related in the game play!
After singing lines from "Pinball Wizard" and a thorough stretching/calisthenics routine, I played as seriously as I could, only to realize that I was inches from grave injury as this warning indicates
I ended up lightening up my mood, and felt much safer. This LLF soon showed up and relieved myself of the embarrassment playing arcade games poorly. Obviously the next step was to head northwest by several hundred yards and attend the "Mate Fator." I won't go into very much detail, but I will say that I received a complimentary cookie for them taking too long on my order, that the cookie wasn't particularly delicious (whereas the steamed and buttered muffin is F-I-N-E fine), that we had a pleasant conversation, and that I attempted to document my fellow tavern goers including what must be the Monday Night Magic Card Before Going Back To Our Parents' House Club, which was meeting directly across from me. However, I'm terrified to report that apparently everyone else in the place seemed to be a vampire, because they all failed to show up in the photographs.
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