Day 3: Boulder

En route from Denver to Ft. Collins, I stopped in Boulder to see another old friend from the Illinois days, and to meet his wife. Noah and I spent a ridiculously hot (95 degrees) day walking along Boulder Creek, up into the foothills, and then back down into town. It was the hottest day of the year and Friday afternoon to boot, and everyone-- I mean everyone-- was in the creek. People were tubing, lying in the grass, swinging on ropes and jumping. It was the kind of thing you think only happens in small towns, and then... here it is, smack in the middle of Boulder just blocks from the hustle and bustle. It was one of those afternoons that makes you want to live in Boulder even though you know you don’t want to live in Boulder. And the conversation was pretty fantastic, too.