so we leave pueblo with birthday hangovers, and head up to colorado springs with the intentions of hitting garden of the gods and a ghosttown up the road from pikes peak. the garden of the gods was awesome looking but extremely crowded, would be killer in winter or early on a weekday when no sunday strollers are out. but it didnt take long for us both to get thouroughly disgusted, so we headed up the pass towards pike's peak. we made it as far as green mtn falls when jeff got an extreme case of altitude sickness. we dicked around in the little town there waiting for it to subside with no luck, so we didnt head up cripple creek after all haha. its not really a ghost town anymore anyway, but there were several in the vicinity and i wanted to see the architecture. but whatever, so we head back into colorado city/colorado springs. up and down the chintzy 1950's section of the strip, looking for an open room or rv park, with little luck when the van starts acting up again. after hiking through a deserted downtown colo sprgs for food and gas, we decided that she was just overheated. so we chucked the last leg in favor of getting the van back closer to his new hometown, and struck out for loveland. we made camp at the property they had just rented a coupla days before but havent occupied yet. killer digs, nestled in the foothills outside loveland up against some cliffs, sweet craggy red rocks poking out of every hill around the place. the whole trip was a great time, freakin epic journey & i'm glad i got to spend it with an old friend...thanks brother, best roadtrip ever.
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