Transit
First the fucking solar eclipse, now the transit of Venus. All coinciding with the beginning of the zombie apocalypse in Miami, thank you very much. Anyway. New Mexico has its fair share of scenery, so we decided to get up to the Cross of the Martyrs in Santa Fe to check out the sunset. Didn't disappoint.
The Sun, and Venus, somewhere in there. In transit, apparently.
Oh, and that's the cross.
If I didn't sing the Silver Saddle Inn's praises enough, I will continue. The place is great, and its also next door to Jackalope. Tons of weird imported--and wonderful--furniture, local jewellery, weird and beautiful stuff. Easy to spend hours in there.
Día de los muertos stuff. Truckloads of it.
Oh, a love story. Aww. Wait!
After the sunset, we were driving around Santa Fe before heading back to the famed SSI, and we bumped into this. How could one pass this? Easily, it turns out.
The best name for a burger joint in quite a while.
Garden Of The Gods
Road trip, day one! Me and Ulla left Denver and Alex behind for a little while and hopped in the car. We set out to Santa Fe, NM, but stopped a couple time along the way. The Garden Of The Gods is in Colorado Springs (home to the U.S. Air Force Academy, the U.S. Olympic Committee, NORAD and other right-wing stuff. Beautiful spot (and hot) and when we were trekking around the park, we realized we hadn't really seen American tourists yet. Now we did.
What is this I don't even
Rocks and shit.
More r&s.
Kissing camels. Aww.
And if you're ever in Santa Fe, be sure to check out Silver Saddle Inn. Friendly staff, great recommendations for food, laid back--and there's a Calamity Jane room. Psych!
This was taken just before she passed out while leaning on a wall. With her head.
Mochi in Boulder
Oh, snap! Another flight later and I find myself with Ulla and Alex in Denver, CO. Was super disappointed that they didn't play the theme song for Dynasty at the airport on repeat, but they did have other weirdness. Like, the runway is in the shape of a Swastika and there are creepy gargoyles around. And there's a giant statue of a blue horse with gleaming red eyes. Scary!
And so we went to Boulder. A cool town full of hippies and real cheap parking tickets (don't ask.) We got this weird Japanese ice cream / pastry thing at a place called Smooch. 'Coz that's how we roll.
Mochi! The Japanese, huh?
Alex and some pink mochi business.
Meanwhile, back at the Denver airport, this.
I gave my luggage to Satan.