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lizinboulder (part the first)

October 8th, 2009 by liz

I went to visit Dave last weekend in Boulder, and decided that I’m going to live there when I grow up (roughly 7-15 years from now, if it ever happens). It was a most excellent weekend, despite the only furniture in Dave’s apartment being a rug and cardboard boxes. Saturday was beautiful and sunny, so Dave and I climbed up the third flatiron. It was a long but easy climb, and the view from the top was awesome. As we were sitting admiring the view, a guy with no rope and one arm climbed up next to us and commented on the great weather. While we prepared to rappel, he said goodbye and started climbing back down. He was one of the many “way more hardcore than us” people I met while in Boulder.

Dave in front of the flatirons.

Dave at the summit of the third flatiron.

After climbing we met up with Ruth and Ben for dinner at an Indian restaurant, and then headed to the Mountain Sun Pub and Brewery for some awesome beer. We went to bed early though, because the plan for the next day was hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park.

Dave and I picked up Ruth early Sunday morning, and we drove out to the park. The peaks were snow-capped, and part of the park road was closed. We decided to hike up Deer mountain, which is ~10,000 feet high and gives a great view of the range that includes Long’s Peak (14,000ish feet). We had lunch at the top, which included a fuzzy critter hanging around waiting for us to drop morsels of food. We were pretty tired after the hike, so we stopped in Estes Park for icecream (sadly there was no pie), and then Dave and I proceeded to spend the rest of the evening hanging out on the rug in front of the fire drinking wine and eating delicious food.

Ruth and Dave on Deer Mountain.

My flight out was Tuesday, which happens to be Pie Day at the Walnut Cafe, so we once again met up with Ruth for a breakfast of pie. The pie-lady makes ~10 different kinds of pie, and you can order it by the slice. I have to admit it was a pretty excellent breakfast, and I’m looking forward to the next time I’m in Boulder on a Tuesday morning.

For more pictures from this adventure, go here.

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