My last post of 2011, can’t think of a better way to wrap up the year than with a recap of what I hope could be my future home someday: Colorado Springs.
Colorado Springs was my last stop after driving nearly 3,000 miles for nearly 2 weeks all over the Rockies. Out of all the places I’ve traveled to, this was the place that seemed to hit that sweet spot between rustic and modern convenience. I could see why it was such a popular place to live. The climate is dry, it’s sunny 300 days out of the year, close to Denver’s international airport, and with an incredibly large commercial sprawl that offered even the most obscure retail chains. Annnnnnnd, they have Del Tacos! Just… perfect.
I only had three days to spend and there was a lot to see, but I am REALLY glad I had the presence of mind to visit the Garden of the Gods. Majestic rock formations (akin to the shape of stalagmites) are sprinkled throughout the area, including a circuit of roads and walkways covering every nook and cranny that virtually every inch of the park can be explored by foot or car.
From there I head off to Pike’s Peak, deciding to forgo taking the Cog Rail in favor of some scenic driving. Unfortunately the peak drew in a lot of snow recently, so the last 9 miles were closed to drivers. I went up as high as I could anyway, until finally running into a friendly park ranger who was guarding the close-off point. Sweet lady too, who had an amusing interest in visiting the Adirondacks back in New York, mountains I had now regarded as girlie hills after having experienced the Rockies in all its glory.
Despite not being able to reach the summit, I could still hang out at the tourist center, which is adjacent to one of the reservoirs near the peak. Dude, seriously, If I could go anywhere in the world during my lunch break, it would be here. Five minutes looking at the mountains and all the problems of this world just seem to melt away. Sigh.
Coincidentally, Denver (and Colorado Springs to a lesser extent) have the largest concentration of federal workers outside of Washington, D.C. Being a government stooge myself, I always suspected that if I was ever going to find a way to move out here, it would have to be through the Feds. Wonder if the FBI has an X-Files division out there too. I just know I’d be perfect for that assignment. O:-)
But alas, I can only stretch the umbilical cord so far before it reels me back in, and after a crazy but truly awesome two week adventure, I had no choice but to return to New York.
Some day, I’ll be back though. Only this time I won’t leave. Some day… some day… maybe in 2012?