It’s only been two days since the Bearded One and I flew out of Denver for more familiar turf and I’m already coming up with reasons to go back. One, the most I saw of the Rockies was driving into and out of the city. Must explore the mountains. Two, there are actual seasons. Three, Denver was such a fun, vibrant, and walkable city. Four, I just want to experience more of Colorado.

On the first full day in city after breakfast, I just wandered around, walking from interesting building to interesting building. Eventually, I bought a sketchbook and a map so I could plan and record the trip. I carried it all over the city to tasty restaurants, on the bus, through the aquarium, and in search of yarn. I wrote down directions, bus schedules, souvenirs, and places to visit. It was my daily log that I updated in my hotel room and while sipping tea at the Tattered Cover Bookshop (awesome indie bookshop, by the way). That book is my trip in lists and I’m duplicating a few here.

I can breath easily. Take that, altitude.
The subprocesses of my brain related to Architecture and City Planning are now main processes. Must sketch everything.
I can order tea with almond milk? Yes, please.
Did I really walk 10 miles today? Yep.
At the aquarium, “Cool fish, big fish, pretty fish, colorful fish, TIGERS?!”
Whoo! Local Yarn!
Wish I could see more of the mountains from the city.
Just the Denver Art Museum alone is worth the trip. I could have spent days just exploring its treasures and the amazing Van Gogh exhibit.
I could live here.