Now that my brain is functioning a bit better. It took four shots of espresso and roughly twelve hours of sleep. Hell, if it weren't better by now I'd be shooting myself. This post is probably going to be the first of many about trip pictures. There's so many it's going to take me a while to go through and find all the good ones to build a slide show or something. Anyway, here is better for me anyway because I can post the picture and then babble about what it is.
That's the I-70 diner. Their Amish meatballs are the shit. I burped it up all night. It was the first time I'd ever eaten anything and was really excited to taste it again later.
This is mountainous activity somewhere on I-70.
Me practicing what I preach about sitting and being. Ah, it was nice just sitting there and enjoying the view. This was at the actual look out point. There's a shop there with a really nice lady. They have fantastic fudge and food. This is also near the resting place of Buffalo Bill and his wife.
I-70 West of the lookout mountain exit.
The tunnel. Er, one of the tunnels on I-70.
The Starbucks in Idaho Springs, Colorado. Elevation 7,526 feet. It is home to less than 2,000 people. One day I will live there. If only for a year or two, I will live there.
This would be why I would live there. To the right of this picture is an apartment complex right on this creek with a staircase winding down to this little patio, on the creek. Someday I will wake up and sit in a place similar in this town, drink coffee, and smoke a few cigarettes.
Further up the mountain, elevation somewhere around 8 or 9 thousand feet. I realized when we stopped here what Joseph Campbell was talking about when he said, "People seek the meaning of life but what they're really looking for is the experience of being alive." Or something very close to that, I'll have to look it up. Anyway, at this point I realized that was the entire trip. We just got in the car and drove West from Denver, with no destination in mind. The further we went, the more we needed to see. When that hit me, that realization, I almost cried. I finally felt what he was talking about. I told my friend Eric, who took this trip with me, "This is it. This is what he was talking about. This is the experience of being alive." Maybe it wasn't the complete experience of being alive, but it's an awesome starting point for me. After that, this butterfly fluttered up in my face and waited very patiently and prettily for me to take a few pictures of it.
This is the view from the top of a hill on the side of I-70, still heading west. It was completely beautiful. These pictures do no justice to actually seeing it. This was somewhere between 9 and 10 thousand feet above sea level. There was a storm heading our way. At that elevation this time of year, it doesn't rain. It snows. So, we got snowed on. Needless to say it wasn't much further from here we turned around and headed back to Denver.
This is mountainous activity somewhere on I-70.
More of the view from I-70, west of Denver I think.
Somewhere along the road to Lookout Mountain aka Buffalo Bill's Grave.
A view from part of the Lookout Mountain Trail.
A view from the same part of the trail. That's me. I was looking at this earlier and thought, "Gosh. I'm so small compared to everything. The mountains. The universe." So, I think of it now as the insignificant picture.
Me practicing what I preach about sitting and being. Ah, it was nice just sitting there and enjoying the view. This was at the actual look out point. There's a shop there with a really nice lady. They have fantastic fudge and food. This is also near the resting place of Buffalo Bill and his wife.
I-70 West of the lookout mountain exit.
The tunnel. Er, one of the tunnels on I-70.
The Starbucks in Idaho Springs, Colorado. Elevation 7,526 feet. It is home to less than 2,000 people. One day I will live there. If only for a year or two, I will live there.
This would be why I would live there. To the right of this picture is an apartment complex right on this creek with a staircase winding down to this little patio, on the creek. Someday I will wake up and sit in a place similar in this town, drink coffee, and smoke a few cigarettes.
Further up the mountain, elevation somewhere around 8 or 9 thousand feet. I realized when we stopped here what Joseph Campbell was talking about when he said, "People seek the meaning of life but what they're really looking for is the experience of being alive." Or something very close to that, I'll have to look it up. Anyway, at this point I realized that was the entire trip. We just got in the car and drove West from Denver, with no destination in mind. The further we went, the more we needed to see. When that hit me, that realization, I almost cried. I finally felt what he was talking about. I told my friend Eric, who took this trip with me, "This is it. This is what he was talking about. This is the experience of being alive." Maybe it wasn't the complete experience of being alive, but it's an awesome starting point for me. After that, this butterfly fluttered up in my face and waited very patiently and prettily for me to take a few pictures of it.
This is the view from the top of a hill on the side of I-70, still heading west. It was completely beautiful. These pictures do no justice to actually seeing it. This was somewhere between 9 and 10 thousand feet above sea level. There was a storm heading our way. At that elevation this time of year, it doesn't rain. It snows. So, we got snowed on. Needless to say it wasn't much further from here we turned around and headed back to Denver.
2 mindless chatters:
Wow, now I want to go, its so beautiful there.
Also you sound like I did about Savannah.
So if you move there for a year I'll come visit you, and if I move to Savannah for a year, you have to come visit me!
Very nice views in the pics.
The scenery ain't bad either ;)
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