Start time: 7:40 a.m. MST.
We started the day by driving up to the end of the road that leads to the cabin, in search of a moose. No luck. The driving went quickly and was fairly uneventful (thanks Wyoming!) The only eventful thing that happened was actually bad. About 30 seconds before taking the exit off of I-80 to head down to Boulder, a rock kicked up from the truck in front of us and put a nasty ding in Gary's windshield (Gary is the name of Cheryl's car). It's about the size of a quarter...
We got to Boulder at about 3:30 p.m. and nobody was home. The house was unlocked though, so we went in and were met by a little black dog. He seemed nice...then we closed the door and he went bonkers, barking loudly and jumping all the way up to Cheryl's face. This didn't last long, however, and he quickly became our new best friend (more on him later).
Scott, Joan and Erin (yay!) got home a few minutes later and we hung out for a bit before heading down to Denver to meet up with Blair for dinner. I haven't seen my cousin Blair in 10 years, which is completely unacceptable. We went to a little brew pub right across from his apartment called the Bull and Bush. I had an awesome jalapeno cream cheese bacon burger.
After dinner, we took a drive down memory lane, looking at the houses where Joan and Scott used to live in Denver. We also drove down Grape Street and looked at the house I came home to after I was born. The couple living there now was nice enough to let me in for a little tour.
Miles driven: 520
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