Saturday, November 24, 2012

Wild Wild West

Sometimes things live up to their stereotypes. On the way up to a race this morning, we saw buffalo, roaming free. Shortly after, we saw a tumbleweed float across the road, right before crossing town lines into Idaho Springs, "where the gold rush began".

Oh, and it turns out there are guys who (seriously) pan for gold in the creek a mile from our house. No, seriously. And they find stuff too.

It's the wild wild west, y'all.

The race wasn't half bad either. Not a 5k - more like 4 miles. But it's done and now I can sit on my butt for the next 24 hours guilt free.

Probably won't though.

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