Rocky Mountain High. Can’t get the song out of my head since we’ve been here. That’s OK though. I’m a big fan of John Denver. Denver (not John) was the destination for this trip – W had a work meeting to attend. I got to play. I love traveling with W. He has an Orvis backpack he wears (I call it his book bag- he he). He resembles a graying 8 year old. Love it. I walked quite a bit – street photography is a big deal for me. I’m a huge fan of Diane Arbus and newly discovered Vivian Maier. I highly recommend you see the movie via Netflix called Finding Vivian Maier. Click <here> for some famous street photographers. Ok. Back to Denver.
Denver has this great mall I suppose is the word you would use to describe 16th street. On weekends they close it off and it becomes a huge hangout of sorts. Food carts, performers, you name it – it’s there. There are also pianos all over the place. Brightly colored – urban art sort of décor painted on them. Anyone can sit down and play. I did get W to tinkle a tune on the ivory keys. He’s very talented I think. There’s also an unusual amount of homeless here. I’ve come to the conclusion (via indepth conversations with a new friend) that the younger street people are actually just on a journey of sorts. I watch them quite a bit without being disrespectful to anyone. I have to wonder where they came from – is someone worrying about them – or maybe no one at all is. Which makes me sad. The elderly is quite a different story. Heartbreaking. I did learn that Denver has quite a large network to help the homeless. Which made it all end on a happy note of sorts. I suppose.
I met a new friend (one of other wives attending the meetings with her hubby). There was an immediate connection on our parts. We ran into one another at Union Station of all places. We sat and plotted our adventure for the next day. We rented a car and drove to Georgetown where a wonderful train has a loop (about an hour ride). We talked of books and kids and lives we’ve lived. We boarded the train and nested in the Parlor car (first class which includes beverage and snacks – no martinis on this ride – too early in the day!). We scooted through Aspen and evergreens – watching rapids on the river. The conductor was quite the charmer as he wove stories of trains past. Quite the comedian we chuckled at his stabs of humor. We meandered through the streets of Georgetown as well – quaint with a splash of Victorian thrown in for good measure.
We headed back to Denver where I picked W up. We jumped right back in the car heading back to the train and town ending up in Idaho Springs for dinner. The conductor on the train highly recommended Beau-Jo’s for dinner. Pizza and OH MY WORD not just ANY pizza. Good GRIEF it was delightfully yummy. We got the deep dish pie – then you add honey to the crust after devouring all the cheesy goodness. Foaming at the mouth thinking about that pizza. :::::shaking my head and smiling::::::: All these quaint towns turn into ski villages during the snow seasons. I may need to return just for that pizza again. Holy smacks.
On a side note – here are a few links to some odd and curious things about the Denver airport. I really like the airport personally. It reminds me of tents in the desert. Not that I’ve ever seen tents in a desert in person mind you. But if I do – I bet they will remind me of the Denver airport. Just saying. Ahem.
8 Curious things about Denver Airport (truly bizarre)
Pics below — my street photography if you will. You can view these without being a member of FB by the way. Which is uber cool. I use FB for photo storage.