I never quite mentioned it, but I did make it to Denver after my road trip West. That being said, I'm currently sitting in the Denver International Airport ready to leave Denver for the holidays.
The Super Shuttle found my little house on our barricaded street and picked me up early. After narrowly avoiding spinning tires on the ice, we rolled out of my neighborhood only to pick up a woman with lots of baggage, an artificial knee, and one of those early morning demeanors where you know she is not used to getting up this early but she has to talk nonstop about the fact that she was all ready to go even though the driver got to her house early and how she's going to Mississippi and how the driver needs to slow down on those turns because the roads are dangerous out there and oh, was that the jazz music or her little dog crying? She had a little dog with her which the driver graciously asked if he could throw in the back with the luggage (it was in a little carry on bag and did not look like a dog at all). Needless to say, the Jazz and the heated van were the highlights of the trip.
My second favorite public artwork in Denver, the rearing Bronco, greeted me with its beady red eyes as we drove up to DIA. Surprisingly, there were no lines at security and I checked my bag "curbside" for the first time ever so I didn't have to wait in a line at the counter. Now I sit with the friendly Southwest employees telling me to look at the lunar eclipse. Lovely!
