The Springs in Fall / 2015 Photos #5: From the Mountains to the Prairies
November 30, 2015 Leave a comment
Eventually we had to leave Rocky Mountain National Park, and so we did. On our way out, we saw animals, picked up supplies, drove till after nightfall, and found a few things besides mountains to photograph. But mostly we wanted to hang on to the mountains for as long as we could.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Each year my wife and I take a road trip to a different part of the United States and see what sorts of historical landmarks, natural wonders, man-made oddities, unexplored restaurants, and cautionary tales await us. From November 1-6, 2015, we racked up a number of personal firsts. My wife Anne was invited on her first business trip to Colorado Springs, all expenses paid from flight to food to lodging to rental car, to assist with cross-training at a distant affiliate. Her supervisor gave me permission to attend as her personal travel companion as long as I bought my own plane ticket and food. I posted one photo for each of the six days while we were on location. With this series, we delve into selections from the 500+ other photos we took along the way.
This black-billed magpie was the friendliest animal we met, perching right by us as if he just knew we’d reward him for showing up. Nice try, cute feathery panhandler.
A second magpie likewise hung out curiously close to us at another point. Or maybe it was the same magpie, stalking us and waiting for an opportune moment to steal our car keys.
Once we retraced our ten-mile journey and returned to the park entrance, I braked hard so Anne could snap a shot of a frolicking deer herd. You’d think such gentle animals would be frightened of mankind’s fearsome machines, but there they are, all nonchalant and dismissive.
First stop at ground level was a mom-‘n’-pop grocery store to pick up a desperately needed 12-pack of water, their smallest bottle of aspirin, and a couple of gel-based toiletries to replace what we didn’t bother trying to bring on the plane. Soon as we got back to the car, I practically swallowed an entire bottle of water whole. Shopping for sundries never felt so good.
As we navigated the town one more time, I forced us to pause for a quick addition to my ever-growing collection of old-fashioned marquee photos, scattered throughout various past MCC entries that I need to consolidate someday. It’s just this weird sideline mini-hobby I have.
Last sight as we exited Estes Park for the year: giant elk! Three or four of us drivers had pulled over to the same side of the road to capture this big fella for our readers or social circles or scrapbooks or whatever. Good luck finding anything this size walking around an Indiana park.
During the long drive from Estes Park south to Colorado Springs, the sun slowly abandoned us and slid behind the Rockies, its illumination downshifting through the spectrum, filtered through nature’s lingering signposts on the horizon.
City lights sparkled around us as we drove the relatively flatland stretch of I-25 South through Denver, passing Sports Authority Field at Mile High, home of the Denver Broncos.
Nearly ten hours after we’d disembarked at Denver International Airport, we checked in at the Colorado Springs hotel where we’d be spending the next five nights. Our Hyatt Place room had the largest kitchen we’ve ever seen in a hotel. We’re not used to spending so many days in a single location and consequently had never tried “extended-stay” accommodations before. This was weird to us.
Between our large lunch at Claire’s and the deleterious effects of our frequent elevation changes, Anne had no appetite the entire night. While she unpacked and tried to relax, I contented myself with a solo run to the nearest Smashburger for a Truffle Mushroom Swiss grilled chicken sandwich and rosemary/olive oil/garlic fries. Beyond that, we tried to settle in for the week ahead. She would be working full shifts every day, while I’d be living the life of a carefree gadabout, gallivanting around town, seeing the sights, trying new restaurants, taking pics of natural and man-made points of interest alike, and missing her companionship fiercely every single step of the way.
…okay, let me console myself with just one more Rocky Mountain National Park shot, then I promise we move on to Day Two.
To be continued!
[Link enclosed here to handy checklist for previous and future chapters, and for our complete road trip history to date. Thanks for reading!]