Slip Knot and Marylin Manson at the Red Rock Amphitheater. Neck muscles on the ready! This is going to be massive!
It was cancelled. Corey Jane injured himself or something
and that was it – that was our big concert cancelled. Flip I was looking
forward to that. The setting is quite spectacular with a ridge of these red
rocks poking out of the ground along a valley that stretches for miles and
miles. Looks like a Stegosaurus, a really big red one, died there and has since
been covered up by soil with just the spinal plates jutting out from the
surface. A certain bundle of these rocks have created a massive natural
amphitheatre that the City of Denver has cleverly turned into an entertainment
venue. We were disappointed about not being able to rock-out-with-our-socks-out
but the scenery made up for the lack of head banging and mosh pitting.
Shucks: I forgot about the most brilliant Wolf Sanctuary
that we visited just outside of Colorado Springs yesterday. Fantastic little
place where you get to see (not interact with) a couple of wolf breeds and
other small predators like foxes and coyotes. Really worth the little detour
form the main road.
Back to Denver: Barbara’s Godparents took us around the
outskirts of the city limits. Wonderful road networks that link up hiking
trails, river rafting, mountain biking, coffee shops and yesteryear little
villages. We stopped off at Buffalo Bill’s grave site, couple of scenic view
points and a field with roaming Bison. The air is crisp from the nearby snowy peaks,
the grass is lush from rainfall and the sky (for the first time) the sky
reminded us of home. A sky so blue and boundless you can almost feel the Earth
shift beneath your feet as she travels through infinity…just like skies back
home in the Highveld.
The plan in Denver was to recover from the journey somewhat.
It had been two weeks since we washed our biker jackets and they were starting
to become quite…erm…rigid.
Denver is a wonderful place. Great people, easy going,
beautiful weather, snow-capped mountains to the one side and flat plains on the
other. There is literally not a single sporting environment missing. Jogging
and cycling tracks are found all over the show, parks are designed with fitness
in mind and the overall approach to the metro management is geared towards
giving the people access to fitness. Baseball, basketball, swimming, track,
football, hunting, golf, hiking, running and enough dirt roads to scramble a
MotoCross legend into submission.
We felt very much at home in Denver. We are not fitness
fanatics by any measure but by growing up in small towns we are socially inapt
without sports. Ninety percent of our friends and ninety nine percent of our
parties back home revolve around people we have met through sport.
Barbara and I could pack out our kit, stick the dogs in an
airplane box and move to Denver in a heartbeat.
For good.
That was (is) a particularly unnerving situation for the
both of us. We love SA and have never felt at home anywhere else in the world.
Through all of our travels we have always missed home. On a train through
Spain, on foot through London, back of a van through Tighnabruaich or by Aston
Martin through Dubai… we always missed South Africa.
Denver changed all of that.
Called it an early night, had a bit of pizza and headed off
to bed.
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