When I left Kansas on Tuesday, I was ready to run into the boring part of the trip. Vast vistas of grassy nothingness. And those were there. Exits where the road turned to dirt as soon as you left the overpass. Corn fields as far as the eye could see.
But then there were the wind farms.
Not long after I left Manhattan, Kansas I came across two oversized truck towing blades from a wind turbine. A few miles past that, there were a couple more. In an hour, I probably passed a dozen of these trucks. I saw one cause a back up in the middle of nowhere as it tried to take a left turn off an exit ramp, but at this point I was in the middle of the first wind farm. Blades almost as long as a football field spinning on these turbines out on the flat plains. I was mesmerized. I thought they were beautiful in all honesty and it surprised me. They were just sitting there, stretching out on my right as far as the eye could see, spinning just out of sync. Everyone should go see a wind farm.
I pulled into Denver late in the afternoon on Tuesday. Prime happy hour time. I met up with a friend and we caught up over drinks and appetizers. I’ve gotta say, I could get used to this happy hour thing. Cheap drinks and cheap, yet outstanding, food? I’ll take it.
Denver is an incredibly walkable city, and I enjoyed that aspect of it. I walked from my hotel to lunch to the aquarium to Laramie Square and then back to the neighborhood I had lunch at to catch a second happy hour with my friend and had no problems at all.
I was a little underwhelmed by the aquarium. Stopping at aquariums are the touristy thing I do. I walk through, stare at the fish, take bad pictures, wonder what it would be like to live underwater. And I could do that at this one, it just seemed a little small.
Yesterday was a food day to remember. I went to Masterpiece Delicatessen for lunch and had this amazing pork belly, ham, and avocado sandwich. Then, for happy hour/dinner, we went to The Truffle Table and had a phenomenal experience. I tried some phenomenal cheeses and cured meets while wafting in the musky cheese aroma coming from the kitchen. I could go on and on about both these places, but just go to Denver and find out about both of them for yourself.
Today I hit the road again and head to Salt Lake City, but first I’ll make a quick stop at the Coors Brewery in Golden, Colorado to take the tour, something I’ve been looking forward to for some time. More to come!