All in all, we had a pretty lazy morning. My wife got up late, getting some
much-needed and overdue rest, and then we all went to brunch at Benedict’s. I got the Denver omelet, because what else
would you get in Denver, CO, and my wife got eggs benedict, because what else
would you get at a place called Benedict’s?!
We passed several hours just talking and catching up with Jamee,
relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.
Sure, we could have rushed off to do something touristy, but it just
seemed right to spend some time relaxing instead.
Eventually, we made our way down to Colorado Springs, CO. But we turned off for Devil’s Head Trail on
the way. The drive up the mountain to
the trailhead was a narrow, extremely curvy, dirt and gravel road. My wife was gripping the steering wheel
with white knuckles the entire time, especially when a car would come flying
down the other way, forcing us to the very edge of the road. She decided to be overly cautious, driving
around 5-10 mph the entire way, and we barely made it to the trailhead before
sunset. Since it was getting dark, and my wife had a sudden case of altitude sickness, we decided to just turn
around and head on without hiking the trail.
The trip back down the mountain took about one-third of the
time. My wife was like a woman possessed. I saw that familiar gleam in her eyes, when
we started to pick up speed. She was no
longer afeared, and we careened down that mountain in record time.
We checked into the hotel, got settled, and headed over to
Old Chicago for a deep-dish pizza and a football game. The Texans were being creamed by the Chiefs,
and I got to experience it in eight-TV-surround-picture in the sports bar
upstairs. The pizza was amazing. We both highly recommend the Chicago-thick
crust.
We’re supposed to get snow tomorrow, so that ought to be
interesting. I guess we’ll see what we
wake up to.
