It was mid-60's in Denver the entire trip. Felt like baseball:
Hit the town a bit after the depositions both Monday and Tuesday. Knowing you have to be up early in the morning with your "A-Game" limits the degeneracy. I was, however, able to hit up a smattering of local watering holes, including my favorite "chain" bar, The Yard House (you can never go wrong with a few Stone IPA's . . .). I could prolly spend an entire week working from bar to bar down the 16th Street Mall . . .
Wednesday began with a 5:00am wake up and a drive north up I-25 towards Cheyenne, Wyoming, for some additional work-related fun. It was sort of nice to swap Beltway traffic for a Rocky Mountain view on the commute:
My destination was Carr, Colorado . . . just a few miles South of Cheyenne. I hit the exit, and the sign read: "no services." Said sign did not lie. Carr was basically the middle of nowhere:
I eventually found my destination -- a compressor station -- and quickly determined that my suit was a poor wardrobe choice.
After TCB (not to be confused with TBC, who has, apparently, blocked me and most others from his new private blog), I decided to make a quick trip to Cheyenne, because . . . how many chances to you get to hit-up Cheyenne . . . After a quick 30 minute walk around town, I had had my fill.
After the not-so-subtle reminder why DC traffic is worth the sacrifice, it was back on the road to Denver to catch a flight back to civilization. But not before spotting some buffalo on the side of the road.
I really thought buffalo where mythical creatures - like dinosaurs . . . or the Loch Ness Monster. Apparently, they do actually exist. The concept of the buffalo burger now makes a bit more sense . . .
Currently back in D.C. . . . for the moment (more depositions early next week). It's 85 degrees and the cherry blossoms are aleady out around the neighborhood. Baseball will definately be here soon . . .
Looking foward to some cash games this weekend; but until then . . .