WhimsyLand

They've been building this Thing on a corner piece of land where 119 intersects with what used to be 119, but is now just plain old 3d Street, which coincidentally is also my right turn to go home.  The park or structure or Garden Bizarro or whatever it is starts just about where Longmont officially starts also, so maybe somebody is making a statement.  There are, as you can see, two strange blades that appear to be made out of our vaunted Colorado red rock, but also fringed with green glass.  Surrounding them are what appear to be memorial stones for gophers.  There are also a couple of winding walkways and xeriscaped clumps of this and that.  Every time I pass it all I can think of is that weird crooked fireplace that Beetlejuice was getting married in front of.

Royal Gorge was a lot of fun.  Ally and John and Junie and I wandered around the dinosaur museum, had lunch at a pretty decent Mexican restaurant, and got on the train that takes you down the Gorge.  They have seats in the glass-topped dome cars, but we bought coach seats, as we expected to walk out to the "open car" anyway.  The Open Car is a flat car with some railings and they still let you bring your drinks out there, so why not?  After running down the gorge, getting dive-bombed by a sightseeing chopper, receiving a righteous display of boobs and moon from some passing rafters, and turning back again, we all had dinner at Cañon City's second-best restaurant.  Their first-best, a little French place, was too snooty to stay open on a Sunday, even on Memorial Day weekend.  Just to snub them, most likely, Ally ordered froglegs at the other joint.  All in all, a nice day.

I am so going to grow tomatoes this year.

More tomorrow.  I'm still recovering from post-holiday stress syndrome.