Posts by Jolisa
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Joe, that song's one of my all time guilty pleasures. And a heartbreaker, especially if you imagine that the boy is pretty much singing to himself, rather than (or as well as) to his pet rat.
All downhill from there.
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Exactomundo.
I have always suspected this word was genuine Italian...
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'Elk' is just the North American word for boring old 'red deer'.
Ah. I wondered if it was something like that. I found myself thinking "wapiti" a lot, but again, without any clear sense of what that is, except that it's a super-awesome word to say.
Did you get that waking-up-feeling-like-you-can't-breathe thing on the first night? I had that in spades when I was in Elma, Colorado (altitude over 3 km) -- but one of my fellow engineers had blood actually coming out of his eyes, which was way cool.
Wicked! No blood-spurting eyeballs, alas, but yes, lots of disturbed sleep and disturbing dreams. And huffing and puffing while running after the scooter duo...
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I'm loving all the Colorado connections. Nat, I've always noticed those cooking instruction variations in The Joy of Cooking but never thought about them. Makes sense, though.
Michael, we didn't make it to Glenwood Springs this time, but on a previous visit we had a nice long soak in the hot pools. My memory is of a very chunky American soup of large, happy people... which was sort of visually shocking, after spending the week in Aspen, which is full of skinny happy people. (I'm sure it's socioeconomic).
Glad to hear I'm not the only op-shop gleaner, too. Good pickings in embarrassingly rich towns!
Sweet tune, Steven!
Did you use that laptop in the chequered cab to send this latest posting?
Nah. But it was the first time I've been tempted to ask a taxi driver please NOT to check his e-mail during the drive!
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Sallyr, you've solved a mystery for me - one of the local restaurants was advertising "New Zealand elk" which had me thinking "What the..."
Am suddenly realising I'm not even clear what an elk is, although we drove past the sign for the Elk Migration Corridor twice a day for the last few days of the trip... I'm picturing a moose, but that can't be right.
The baby buffalo on the way out from Denver were worth seeing, though. Super cute and shaggy, like cows crossed with bearded indie rock boys.
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I realised on the way home from work that we've done seven whole pages without a post-title-referencing 'coulda been a contender' joke. I think we're slipping, frankly.
Coulda been a cake-tin, duh.
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I suspect that something as simple as a large, grassy, open space would do the tricky excellently.
See Dyan's pic from Vancouver, for example?
Keep the red fences and gates to add to the park-like feel. Plus, they're mega-historic (cf. stories of local good-time gals and US servicemen accomplishing astonishing physical feats despite the bars between them).
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Swoon.
Get your smelling salts. I just went back and put in a pic for you. Not the best photo I've ever taken (it looks better in the Gallery view), but it gives you an idea. Cyclist heaven.
There are also paved trails that don't follow the roads exactly, but link the towns nevertheless. Like the Rio Grande trail, which follows the old railway line.
They're used year round, too. You guys better cowboy up for that bit through the Central Plateau!
Oh, and, read this and weep:
From day one — which was sometime back in the 1950s, he said — a bike path was part of the plans for the I-70 project.
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I suspect you're right, Graeme. I bet the power of suggestion makes a big difference in the case of altitude.
Steve, I'll ask my pet physicist and get back to you on the tea question! (I clearly don't have a scientific brain, as my only thought was "well, this is a crap box of teabags").
And yes, the Hunter S connection. There's a bar at one end of town that he apparently used to prop up...
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On third thoughts, this has always been a linguistically open-armed place; we welcome you no matter your language of origin, and whether you're m., f., or n.
Anagramophiles, UNTIE! You have nothing to lose but your chains: raunch is you.