That thing about eating the dirt is totally true. There's no place in this world like Colorado. On Saturday, upon arriving home, Nina and Scott took me out to Lands Down Arms for some stiff drinks and good company.


Vodka-tonic versus Vodka-Coke ... the showdown!


Nina's prompt: you just ate an entire bucket of rotten anchovies, and now you have to fart.


Scott's prompt: you just smelled it.


It's ok, it was just a game. All is forgiven!


Testing the wind ... "Waitor, one more vodka, please!"

The next morning, Mom was determined to head up to Red Rocks after being told about it for so long. The weather was sullen, but we headed up anyway. The drizzling rain spackled our sunglasses, but did nothing to dash our spirits. To the contrary, riding in the rain was quite fun.








Finally, we arrived at Red Rocks, and enjoyed the view. However, soon after we arrived, the skies REALLY opened up, and we got soaked. Unfortunately, we were now 21 miles from home.


By the time we reached Littleton, it was *C* *O* *L* *D*


But a little cold get us down? Never!