Words are not enough...

December 5, 2009 to December 11,2009

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Since last YOU heard from us, we had finished the City Museum in Saint Louis and we headed to points west... long pause... you kept checking back wondering if we were ok... wondering if one of us had killed the other... just wondering...

I’m sorry.  We are fine and currently tooling down the highway toward Long Beach and then further on to Tuscon... Feeling all the shoulda’s following me and making me feel bad.  Realizing that blogging when things are going right is slightly harder than bitching about what’s wrong (that’s Gregory’s supposition and it’s starting to sound correct!)

Let’s quickly get you caught up on what’s happening!

We moved from one lovely hostess to another by Greyhounding it to Columbia, MO to stay with the sweet and generous, hatedome queen Kara Carr (and her equally sweet and generous but much less hatedomey Ian!)  We stayed for 2 nights and had wonderful conversations, a round of the Glass Bead Game and then that hateful hussy put us to work sheetrocking her ceiling.  I mean WTH, we’re on vacation...

J/K it was great.  We got to contribute (which we love) and now everytime Kara and Ian look up at the ceiling they will think of us (and whoever else helps them with the next step.)  We got to meet her awesome Papa, who suppervised the construction and generally just got to hang out with wonderful people that we love.  Monday morning came early and Kara dropped us off at the Greyhound Station to start our long and weary trip to Denver, CO to spend some quality time with my dear friend David Price (and his foxy lady Laura!)

Backtracking just a little, let’s talk about Greyhound.  What an interesting way to travel (and I mean interesting in the way Gregory sees interesting which is what people tend to say when they don’t want to say something bad to one’s face!)  Don’t get me wrong, I would definitely do it again, just not anytime soon and not for a great distance.  For the most part it seems a very lonely way to travel and the people traveling seem fairly desperate but not for companionship just to be someplace different.  But enough of that... On to Denver.

David picked us up in downtown Denver and trekked us home to his den at the end of an icy roaded cul-de-sac on the outskirts of town.  He has a personable book and art filled territory with a genuine homey feel and a snowfilled garden that Laura adores.  Despite having to work some, David was just about the perfect host, giving us plenty of time to internet, though not to blog apparently ;-) and then carting us around to find entertainment at the best damned brewery in the states, New Belgium Brewery.

Their beer is TEH awesome, their brewery tour is phenomenal and everyone should have at least one Abby Ale... the award winning amber ale that started as the VERY first homebrew attempt of a truly exceptional man!  We made an expedition into Denver proper to spend some money at REI (the biggest one in the world and the one that started it all), to oggle the exhibits at the Denver Art Museum (‘DAM, that’s art?’), to learn some history (or attempt to anyway) at the Colorado History Museum and wound up the day meeting Laura at the WynKoop Brewery for dinner.

Eventually we prepared to say our goodbyes to the Colorado pack and Gregory arranged a brief hello/goodbye visit with Nikki Whitfield, who graciously drove us to the Amtrak station, where every click of the track was further west than I had ever traveled.

Next stop... getting to Berkeley, CA and the life we lived there.