I’ve never been confused with a fan of snow or cold weather, but visiting Colorado seems almost awkward in anything less than a blizzard. Last July I stopped by Boulder and Denver on my way out west from Pittsburgh and as you’d expect during the peak of summer, there was no snow. Apparently it’s been a pretty dry winter in Colorado but this time I managed to make it to town after a sizeable snowfall. Two hoots for good timing!
While I didn’t get out onto the slopes in Colorado for a taste of that fresh powder brahhh, I was able to walk around Denver with a fellow Ohio University alumni to check out a few cool haunts, views and eventually taste on a big, messy pulled pork sandwich complete with a B3K Black Lager. Smooth!
And anyway, I’m not a very skilled snow athlete, so it was probably better for my general well being that I didn’t make it out to the slopes and instead stayed posted up with that sandwich and brew. Next time for sure though.
I spent three days in Boulder and one in Denver this time, making my exit Friday morning via train. The legendary #5 California Zephyr to Sacramento.
I’ve driven on some cool roads before and have gone by train several times, but no route I’ve ever been on can compare to that of the Zephyr. Through the Rocky Mountains, into Utah at night, Nevada, across the desert, more mountains and down into California. Epic. The ridiculously lengthy trip was a nonissue. Almost 40 hours of straight travel to get just a few hundred miles… well worth it. I have been converted into a train-taking transient, I think.
Some of the characters on the train were almost worth the slow journey alone, glorious landscapes aside. A father-son passenger combo got booted somewhere in northern Utah for being drunk and unruly; a new friend from Brazil and some lady who literally vanished hours later raced against the clock with me from the station to Burger King and back before the train could leave us behind in western Colorado; and I toasted the late father of a man who was headed for barren northern Nevada. 9 days ago he found his ol’ dad cold and dead in bed and had to leave, trying to find something worthwhile out west. Quite the late night train conversation…
I’ve spent almost the entire trip letting others share their stories and sharing almost nothing about myself except to pass out a business card or two. It’s been interesting and it’s finally almost over.
So! I’m posting this from Sacramento and it’s LA in the morning and then from there it’s going to be out to Austin, TX for SXSW! More on that in the coming days though. Don’t want to get ahead of myself, even though I am super… SUPER… excited to get to SXSW.
In the immediate future for Glass Duffle is a pretty nifty little edit currently in progress about my travels from Denver to Cali. If I can conform it all in a timely manner (damn you Compressor!), I’ll have it up on the site before I leave for SXSW and Austin, TX. The ball’s in your court, Compressor.
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