The Rockies (mountains and team), parade in Breckenridge, heavy rains at Red Rocks, and a broken train.
(pic 1 - Mom and Dad at Red Rocks) (pic 2 - the whole gang minus Tim, Kera, Colin, Belle, Guinness, and little Chief pre-Rockies game, that's me in the middle protecting a bag full of secret firecrakers) (pic 3 - Mom and Dad in Breck post 7/4 parade)
What a weekend, not sure where to start so here goes. Saturday - I race the STXC in Eldora, cruise home in time to meet Mom and Dad in town for the weekend. Sunday morn, up early, head back to Eldora for the XC with Mom and Dad (see 7/2 post for race details). Post XC, we're back at my house. I
highly suggest we hit CB Potts on Broadway at 7:00 p.m. Why you ask do I
highly suggest Potts at 7:00 p.m. The answer is, Kevin drove in from Chicago to surprise Mom and Dad. So, Ma, Pa, Me, pull into Pott's parking lot...without too much thought, Dad looks at me and says "why don't you park there by Kevin", ha, then the looks and surprise set in! Forget Mastercard, this was the definition of 'priceless'! We kick heels Sunday night and are up early to see Breck's 4th of July Parade which was great. Oops, missed a day, poor July 3, twas a Monday, we devoured fish tacos at Wahoos, took some power naps and headed for the train. Ah, the train, we board headed downtown. Well the train stops for 50+ minutes as a train infront of us broke down. We finally make the game and luckily first pitch. Sheesh, that makes it three parks for me this year - San Diego, Wrigley and Coors. Blues Traveler at Red Rocks on July 4, with the entire gang and awesome friends. And this, is where the heavy rains occured, wow, what a dumping towards the end of Jonny Lang's (he rocks and is a N. Dakota dude) set, those along the front range will never forget that dump of moisture. Super weekend, the stories of which will be recounted for years to come.
Peace,
B