I turned 30 in the air. My husband and I were flying back from a week spent in Colorado Springs.
We were welcomed home with cupcakes and pie dessert, made in part by my like-a-sister-friend and her 3-year-old niece. They sang and I blew out candles and we all caught up, it was great.
I came into my office Monday to banners and big balloons! What fun 30 was going to be if these were my first few weeks!
I’d just spent time at high altitude enjoying the sun and friends the week prior. We’d gone snowboarding at Monarch Mountain under a blue sky at 12,000 feet.
We had found great stores in Boulder, Co like MomentuM, a fair trade store, Hip Consignment where I found a great pair of patent leather purple wedges! Boulder was a low-rise city. I hadn’t realized that. Perhaps it was to preserve the prestigious view of the mountains, though we couldn’t see them through the clouds (what?!) the day we were there.
We ate at Adam’s Cafe Saturday night in Manitou Springs. I didn’t realize it when we were eating our delicious fig, brie & onion appetizer, but later realized it when reading the community section of their website, that there is a community table, where anybody and everybody can choose to sit and meet anyone else wanting to converse with someone new. How neat! I snagged this photo from a local’s blog, Explore Colorado Springs.
We ate there with my best friend, her husband and mine. It was a rich and eclectic but tidy Indian decorated restaurant beside a stream in downtown Manitou Springs.There were deep Indian culture art pieces gilded in gold frames. We sat at a round maple table with vintage chairs in the corner.
The week spent in Colorado held many opportunities to try lots of craft brews (in between water.) We watched a documentary, Beer Wars, on the rising of craft brew popularity.
I breathed well during the trip with big gulps of air, expanding my lungs and ribs as deeply as I could just to take it all in. A highlight hike was the illegal Incline. One mile to climb 1800 feet. Many people, about 100 a day, take the journey and if you go at a slower pace some people get to be very open about themselves. There is something along side physical exhaustion and true honesty that goes hand in hand. Everyone feels better after going outside!
I wrote about my husband and I’s rating system with Hikes in a past post titled Interlaken, A town for Extremists. I just added The Incline as a difficulty level of 8. The good thing about this hike was that it was relatively quick!
10 Mt. Saint Helens Summit 8 mi (1 day)
9 Grindlewald -Fulhorn- Schinge Platte – 14 mi (1 day)
8 Gresalp to Murren via Sefinefrugge -10 mi (1 day)
8 Katahdin Summit (AT) 9 mi (1 day)
8 Beaver Brook (AT) NH (to Beaver Brook Shelter) 1.5mi
8 The Incline, Manitou Springs CO
7 Laurel highland Hiking trail (Ohiopyle to Rt. 653) 19 mi (2 days)
6 Warrior Trail (Greensboro to Covered Bridge) 12 mi (1 day)
5 Dolly Sods (Little stone coal -Big stone- breathed mt. Lionshead) seven mi (1 day)
5 Monterosso to Riomagiore (IT) Cinque Terra – 5mi (1 day)
Phil and I kept climbing after the top of the Incline, high enough to look over Manitou Springs and Colorado Springs, high enough to see the east side of the ridges flattening out. We could see the Garden of the Gods from up there and see the reddish land sliding down into the city.
Later in the week we visited a quarry where limestone had been pulled but the Rockies red rock was left to look like the pyramids in Egypt. Could the pyramids have been carved? Or were the apparatuses to build them long ago biodegraded into the nearby sand as to keep the secret?
Hey! Don’t jump!
One day we spent time at a mansion on the lake, The Broadmoor… the Oglebay of the Rockies. The main building is of the Italian Renaissance and the interior held many ornate wonders. The lake lies behind, and it all looks toward Cheyenne Mountain. The architectural detailing that pulled me to go was the painted underside of their porte-cochere.
Indian Native Castles
a midnight journal by
in lattice work ceilings
deep blue starry nights
spanish influence with a Navajo ornateness
ceramic fountains and flower pots
the yellow stripped pool pavilions
I felt trapped in a majestic maze
some sort of mystery among the spirits
thin panes of glass in doors peering
into the next fire lit room
a sun-drenched place
at the windy side of the lake.
Ah, yeah. So all of that was my birthday present. But, even still, mid-week my husband asked me if I minded that we were not really doing anything. Of course it was… oh but how my bestest friends can be so sly…
Friday night was to be girls night. After a great day spent rendering and hosting a friend who wants to be an architect I went straight to my friend’s house before the three of us went out. We arrived at the Gazette and were climbing up the stairs as I recounted to them the girls night I had spent the week prior at Shugas!
~Shugas shout out~
Thanks bluecheesehighways blog and Shugas.
I was explaining the 30’s decor, the owners, the pink drinks, the origami birds hanging off of the ceiling the…when… all I see at the top of the stairs is a room full of quiet smiling faces, colorful balloons hanging all over the place, my parents, my brother, my husband’s parents, new friends, old friends -everyone who is apart of my life right now… all there!
Wow, they got me! The fully orchestrated evening was choreographed by my like-a-sister-friend, Allison, my husband and his office!
Everyone brought nice cards and gifts. The last party I got with gifts for my birthday was.. I can’t remember when!? I got a tiny purse, my mojo bag, to put secrets in as it was velcroed off from the rest of the world. I had an advice bowl filled with turning thirty cards. Phil planned a trivia based off of Geeks who Drink that was partly about me. Unfortunately though, my mom and I who became a team to play ended up last…? My friends from work and new adventures were there, friends around town who I hadn’t seen in a while were there. There was a lot of thought put into everything begin played off as a last-minute girls night invitation.
My three-year-old birthday buddy, a little girl with red hair like me, showed up. We danced a lot. It was a blast talking and watching everyone. They’d made a photo collage of me. My pregnant sister called wishing to be there. Allison had made a cake of 50 some cupcakes into a huge 3-0! There were 3-4 different kinds which she’d made testers of weeks before hand and had a panel of willing students tell her whether the oreo filled or the cookie dough centers were better with or without the cinnamon cream cheese topping. Yummy! Sugar roses topped that. We couldn’t fit all the fun into one evening and had to take it into 3am the next morning.
My farmer friend was there. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a loaf of her bread before she left. My mother in law gave me new running shoes by ryka, by women for women shoes. Good shoes for the feminist I’d say! And also a beautiful silky rose top. How fun turning 30 has been for the last two weeks! The friends we’d helped at their kiln a few weeks ago were there, SilverFoxPottery, and had given me two mugs from that first firing. How nice! Friends from Pittsburgh and PA came down and it was wonderful to catch up. Bob and Trudy were there… what fun!