"What are men to rocks and mountains?"

I went to Colorado with my brother and his roommate this weekend instead of going to some last-minute-planned, extended family get together on Labor Day, of all days.

It was pretty cool. I had never been to Colorado, nor seen a mountain except from far off through a car window. It was pretty satisfying to go up to some high altitude location and stare at giant rocks.

I kind of wanted to climb a mountain with my brother, but he was going up some untrailed place that he had to hop a barbed wire fence to get to, and I probably wouldn't have been able to do it very quickly if at all. So I got to stay at the base of the mountain by the car and pick up rocks. One hour turned into three, and I hadn't eaten all day, so I decided I would drive the ten miles or so into town to get some lunch, assuming I would most likely be back by the time they got down from the mountain, or if I wasn't, they would be ok waiting fifteen minutes or so. I drove into town and eventually figured out how to get onto the streets parallel to the main drag which had all the restaurants open. I had originally planned to go to McDonalds, which was the closest restaurant to me by the time I got onto the side streets, but when I got into the parking lot, the line of the drive thru was almost reaching the entrance to the parking lot. Looked like I was going to find another restaurant. I saw Burger King a couple of blocks down, so I decided to condescend. The line was much shorter, but still about 5 cars long, and the line was moving very slow, but I decided to just stick it out. It probably took me about half an hour to get my whopper jr., the line was so slow. The wait in between when the cars would move were so long, I started just turning off the engine as soon as a moved forward a carlong. At least the whopper jr. tasted pretty good.

I drove back to the mountain site as quickly as I was comfortable, to find my companions walking on the side of the highway. Turns out my brother called the cops because he thought this guy abducted me.

Much to his chagrin, I had only had the hankerin' for a whopper jr. Oh well.

We drove home shortly after that, following another stop on the skyline drive, where we saw some dinosaur tracks in the mountain things.

Long story short, it was quite a long ways and quite an expensive trip to go look at and semi-climb some mountains. At least now I can say I have hung out on some mountains and that I've been to Colorado. I must say I wouldn't mind someday living in Colorado. When we were driving through, everyone gave us "the nod." They were just all so happy to see their fellow men. What a nice place.

Moral of the story: Dont drive ten miles and wait thirty minutes in line just to get a mediocre whopper jr. And don't get raped.