My parents kindly invited me to go with them on a trip to Winter Park, Colorado. They have a time-share and their time-share had two extra bedrooms. So my sister and I played barnacle and fastened ourselves to their ship for the ride. Some of you may recall that last year I went with them to Gatlinburg.
Why, America, do I keep going on vacations to the mountains when I am afraid of heights?
I did okay once we arrived, but the trip was bookended by travelling over steep mountain passes, during which I mostly dissociated. And whimpered.
They wanted to go to the rodeo, but I put my foot down. Heights AND Clowns?!? No thank you.
I have learned some things about myself, though:
* I am a homebody.
* I am unhealthily fixated on dogs. Every time we saw or heard a dog on vacation I went a little nuts. I was like a two year old screaming “Doggie!!!”
* The food in Winter Park, Colorado was awesomely wonderful. Dungeness Crab enchiladas? Two thumbs up!
* The NBC channel in Denver is hopelessly left-leaning to an absurd extent. I watched a news story about business disruption in Downtown Denver which went on for several minutes. I heard about how the Secret Service and Fox News were shutting down whole sections of town. People were derisive and angry about how the conservatives were messing up their lives. Since I came in on the story part way through I was assuming they were talking about a visit from President Bush. Turns out they were griping about the Democratic National Convention. And bending over backwards to blame the inconvenience of that event on conservatives. Weird.
*After waiting more than a year for a local TV news station to do a story on my biggest blog confrontation, it has finally happened. When I was out of town. My opportunity to give input passed quietly. Probably for the best.
*Plants I planted have died and plants I didn’t plant have grown almost a foot high. I guess I didn’t successfully de-plant all of my Four-o’clocks from last year.