I live in Minnesota again why?

It was kinda dark when we rolled into Denver last night. I’d been to Denver one time previously and it happened to be cloudy so there was no good view of the mountains. This morning while having coffee fifteen minutes north in Boulder it was nice to finally see the “foothills”  Those are about four Lutsen’s high for we Minnesota folks.

About three blocks north of town we found the Colorado equivalent of a city park………..those were about five Lutsen’s high and we got out and walked the trails up and down for a few hours. It’s much warmer out here then back home, and certainly being able to stand being outside and walking helps.

We had the general plan of finding Patty’s favorite book store but Patty chose a left turn instead which looked to me like a dying city street in Hector Mn, but up it went…………and went………and went.

Soon we could catch the occasional glimpse of the real mountains off to the west………..and up we went and went and went.

There was a pretty nasty fire up here recently.  We drove past a lot of peoples dreams being very slowly rebuilt. There was even a cemetery way up there with nothing left but the stones and a lot of burned trees.

There is a small town at the top of the tallest foothill called Gold Hill. I guess at one point it was a mining town, but now it’s a fairly populated mish-mash of shabby earth ships and dead Subaru’s…………EXACTLY MY KIND OF PLACE!!!!!!!

There were a few more good snaps along the way but eventually Patty and I had to pull over for some trail mix and the rest of our scooter’s iced espresso’s. This was getting to be a bit longer a trip then we had planned. We started to think about the gas situation and what  exactly did we have in the car with us,  being in the Rocky mountains mid winter.

Much to our comfort, the road soon turned back to pavement and we even came to a highway, complete with stop sign, right to Ward, left to Nederland. Patty thought right.     Due to my superior central weighted navigational skills I had a feeling it was left (it was the downhill option).

We wound down another gorgeous ten minutes and found ourselves entering Nederland.  An awful lot of traffic I thought………cars on both sides of the street near the community center……….then a traffic jam……..and a hearse.   And another hearse………and then hearses painted and decorated funny?????????

Our option for gas was the SF (smoker friendly) and I had to ask……..so whats the occasion in Nederland today, and the woman looked at me and said………Frozen Dead Guy Days.

Again Please???

Frozen Dead guy Days……………………………………         HUH?

She laughed and said, there is a newspaper right behind you……….It explains everything.

See……………Some Scandinavian dude a hundred years ago wasn’t quite o k with the final dirt nap, so he had himself frozen and shipped to America.     Unfortunately, we have rules in this country about that kinda perversion, so at severe expense, he  got bumped from one municipality to the next until he found his home…………frozen…………in a shed………..in Nederland Colorado.

So why not get faced………………bowl with a frozen turkey…………..and jump in a frozen mountain Stream?

OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leftyconcarne Nation…………………we have our supreme holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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