Denver’s Union Station
Yesterday, we drove 850 miles to Denver and arrived in a cold rush-hour rain. Today, it was much nicer and we took the light rail train downtown to Union Station. Denver’s downtown is totally overrun with new condos and construction of even more. We ate breakfast at Snooze. Anne had a flight of pancakes and I had their Benny Goodman. We walked along the South Platte River and its tributary Cherry Creek. Both waters are flanked by trails and parks. Finally, we visited the Torn Cover bookstore. After that we took the train back to the hotel, picked up the car and headed west into the mountains. That’s enough for now.
The Rain Falls Mainly On The Plain
In to each life a little rain must fall. Even when one goes out to tilt at windmills. We ran on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second. I hope that fate doesn’t toss a monkey wrench at us. I hate it when nature gangs up on you like that. We listened to an Edward Abbey audiobook: “There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.” The day started off cool, but with an eventual promise of warmth, but that promise was for naught, because the day ended up colder than it had begun. We will press on regardless, weather or not.
Anne’s Newest Quilt for Baby Elliot
Baby [To Be Named Later] Quilt
Anne is showing off her two latest quilts. She made them for two new mothers at school. Elliot’s quilt spells out his name in Morse code, because his mother was Anne’s mentor, when she was the math interventionist and the other quilt, with all of the names on it is for a teacher who’s kids Anne taught math to during that gig. There are so many pregnancies these days at the elementary school that Anne is afraid to drink the water there.
Emmenegger Nature Park
We went for a hike today, in Emmenegger Nature Park. It is located northwest of the I-44 / I-270 interchange. It is bordered on two sides by these highways, so in many parts of the park the roar of traffic noise overwhelms the more idyllic natural sounds. The western side of the park is bordered by the Meramec River, which only last week was still in major flood. Today, the water was down again and the river was back within its banks, but from the boat ramp, to the parking lot, to the lowland paved trails there were clear signs of the recent flooding. One pedestrian bridge that is almost twenty feet above the water now, still had flotsam lying on all of its railing’s horizontal surfaces. The park is basically a single valley, with a stream running its length. The last two day’s rains left plenty of mud, but most of the trails were still in pretty good shape. We tried out our new hiking poles. We felt kind of silly using them on the paved trail, but once we began to climb above the valley floor, they proved their mettle, especially on the descents. They were also pretty helpful when we were rock-hopping across the stream. The best park of the hike came near its end, while we were headed back, we walked along a ridgeline that overlooks the river. Since, the trees are now all leafed out, you couldn’t see the river very well, but we could hear the motorboats ply the waters below. It has been twenty years since we last visited Emmenegger, so it probably wasn’t too unexpected that we managed to get lost, twice. That was bad, but on the way out we met a park ranger and then a few minutes later, we bumped into him again. He had managed to get lost too. Maybe it was caused by the aftermath of the flooding?