I was with my folks in Colorado last week and part of this. My uncle made it out too.
I decided to drive. For some reason, possibly the approach of the Democratic National Convention, flights to Denver were outrageously expensive, so I drove. Yep, another trip across most of Nebraska, something most people bemoan but I happen to find not so bad. The four hours it takes me to get across Iowa are much more tedious.
We went to a Rockies-Nationals game to see some minor league baseball in a major league stadium. My brother got some free tickets through work. We were in the Men’s Club section, which means that a Hooters-type girl raced up and down the aisle with cards so we could play bingo. I didn’t quite understand, except that it was an excuse not to watch the game.
We did a little bit of horseback riding. When I say a little bit I mean a little bit around a small corral. My uncle even managed to snap a photo of me that doesn’t make me look like a fat bastard.
My uncle and I went up to Estes Park and into Rocky Mountain National Park. I took him up to Bear Lake, which is good activity for the elevation-unacclimatized. It was so very busy there, though.
One of my major activities was playing with my nephew. His parents don’t use the television as a babysitter, so having him around is good way to stay occupied. He talks enough that we can have rudimentary conversations. He loves keys for some reason so you have to keep an eye on them.
On the way home I stayed off the Interstate all the way to Grand Island. US-34 in eastern Colorado is a good place to see high-density cattle feed lots, if that interests you. In southwestern Nebraska the attraction is giant grain elevators. I stopped in the little city of McCook, Nebraska, which must be the cleanest city I have ever seen. Their mayor must hate litter because there was none.
And just past McCook, I found the holy grail of Great Plains travel: a “Leaving Brand Inspection Area” sign, a convenient tool (according to John) for demarcating the West and the Midwest. Unfortunately I passed the same sign again closer to Hastings, so I’m still a little confused.