After saying goodbye to the beautiful mountainous terrain of Grand Lake, my boyfriend and I made our way to Denver, where we spent a day and a night. Afterwards, we headed off to Boulder, Colorado. Here will be a tale of our time spent in the two cities.
Surrendering to Denver
I must warn my readers, before beginning the tale of Denver, that since I only spent a day and night in the city, I do not have a very thorough idea of Denver. My experience there was mostly that of boredom and anxiety. Boredom because we stayed in our hotel for half of our time there, and anxiety because the interstate was hellishly hectic. I have driven on the interstates around Chicago, a city that has a significantly larger population than Denver; however, for some reason I found driving on the interstates around Denver was much more stressful than around Chicago. I decided to attribute it to the higher speed limit outside of Denver; the speed limit on the interstates in Colorado is 75 mph. I also experienced anxiety in Denver when my boyfriend and I had to use the Ubers in the area.
We decided to go out for some drinks at a bar that we had read about online. Supposedly, the bar was “4/20 friendly”, which means (for all you non-smokers) that we would be able to smoke that mary jane outside of the bar. The bar we decided upon was Sancho’s Broken Arrow. We did, in fact, get away with smoking in the bar’s outdoor area, and there was some cool live music playing. The band was a little weird, but it was fun. The atmosphere was one I could get down with again. Back to the Uber rides, though… Our ride to the bar was a little nerve-racking. The driver almost rear-ended someone twice, and he was driving like a total moron the whole time we were with him. On our ride back to our hotel from the bar, we had an equally-terrifying Uber driver. He was flying down the interstate, getting right up on the tail of the drivers in front of him. I about pissed my pants. So a word of caution: prepare for crazy Uber drivers if in Denver.
I can’t help but say that I was happy to get out of Denver when we did. The hotel we stayed in was far from downtown, by the airport, which meant we had to drive on the interstate to get everywhere and, as I said before, the interstate was incredibly stressful to drive on, in my opinion. So, excitingly for me, we left Denver and began our journey to Boulder.
We are the beholders of Boulder
Arriving to Boulder, Colorado was like waking up from a bad dream, with Denver being the nightmare. Boulder was much more low-key. It has a population of around 108,000 people, which is comparable to the population of my hometown. I could undoubtedly see myself living in the city someday. We stayed in Boulder for a couple of days, with free room and board at my boyfriend’s friend and girlfriend’s house. My boyfriend knows at least 5 people who live in the city, so we had some folks to chill with during our stay.
Before reaching his friend’s house, we had to kill some time, as we reached Boulder before his friend had left work for the day. We drove around the city for a while – around downtown specifically, where we took a little stroll. Afterwards we drove towards the edge of Boulder, where there was a mountain to drive up, and so we did drive up the mountain. While climbing towards the top of the giant rocky hill, we noticed an area where you could park next to the road. Others were parked in the lot, so we figured we’d check it out, take some pictures, and be on our merry way. However, to our surprise, there was a trail off the road to walk and bike on, which followed an attractive little river dubbed Boulder Creek. The trail – Boulder Canyon Trail – was next to a rocky landscape, which to our delight, featured a dude climbing up a giant cliff, appearing teeny tiny to us at the foot of the cliff. We strolled along the path for quite some time (after admiring the climber’s skills) before deciding to turn around and walk back to the parking lot. The trail we were on is located off of Boulder Canyon Dr. We were walking on the Boulder Creek Path specifically. After our short hike, we were ready to party.
We were in Boulder over 4/20, and on the night of the adored holiday we decided to hit a bar where a couple of my boyfriend’s amigos were playing in a band for one of the sets. It was a good time, indeed. The bar we visited is called the Darkhorse. It was an interesting place to spend time and kick back some drinks while listening to live music. The best part about the bar was the peculiar mechanical trinkets all over the walls. I’m not sure how to describe them, but they were moving on their own – creepy, but oh so fun. However, you can not get away with smoking weed in the bar’s smoking area very easily. They will threaten to kick you out; however, they won’t kick you out the first time they catch you – at least, in my experience. Another thing to mention about drinking alcohol in Colorado in general: alcohol is taxed higher in Colorado than in Illinois (excluding Chicago). Therefore, drinking at the bar seemed to be a little more expensive in Colorado than in my home state.
See ya CO – can’t wait til we meet again
It was depressing to say farewell to Boulder. We made a quick detour in Greeley, Colorado on our way out of the state, but it was to see a cousin, and we did not do any notable activities. However, I will say that the area around the town is flat and mostly consists of fields being drilled for oil and for growing random crops. We saw the fields while driving on a gravel road near the town, where it smelled heavily of manure. After our detour, we left the state and began our long trip home. I have yet to be back, but I am very much anticipating my return.