From
Alamosa, CO, we drove up to Colorado Springs, where we visited Cave of the
Winds, which was very cool. The guy said
that if we touched the wall we would be fined about $2000, Paul wanted to note that
insanity. Also, they had some wall that
people could throw metal things on (like pennies, etc.), "legend" has
it that if the penny doesn't stick you will get divorced or something. It had
something to do with two women who left
bobby pins there and right after they got married. Also, when they were discovering the caves,
people would smoke and hold candles for light, so there were black marks on the
ceiling of the cave from them. It was a fun place to visit.
Afterwards,
we drove to Denver, where we sat in traffic waiting to get into the city and
drop off the car before the Hertz closed.
We thankfully made it there just before it closed, parked Mazey, emptied
it out, and said bye to our Mazda! :(
From
there, we dragged all our crap to the bus station. I laughed a lot during the walk to the
station since we must have looked so ridiculous dragging several suitcases
through the streets of Denver. We were
also not sure which was to go, so while Paul was calling Dad to have him look
at a map on Google, I asked some random dude on the street. We walked over to station and stood outside
of it, confused. Paul went in to figure
out what to do, while I waited outside with some homeless dude and a security
guard watching him. Eventually Paul came
back and we went into the station and sat down.
Thankfully they had a bathroom and a little cafe store thing. We waited for our bus, only to get into the
wrong line and miss our bus. To be fair,
though, the driver did not stay there for more than about one minute and the
announcement that the bus was here was said as the bus was leaving (or had just
left..). We asked some guy working there and he said it hadn't come yet, but he
was wrong and so we waited an hour for the next bus to the airport. We ate sandwiches from the little store cafe
place for dinner.
When the
bus got there the second time, we did not miss it, thankfully! So we began our trip to the airport, though
at one point the bus stopped at some stop for at least 20 minutes and I was
very happy we didn't have to catch a plane!
Finally, we made it to the airport, where we called the hotel. They told us that their shuttles come at
every hour and half hour, and of course it was about 8:26pm. So Paul quickly ran to see if he could find
and ATM to get cash for a tip for the driver, but he couldn't find one and came
back. We rushed outside, waiting about a
minute until shuttle that said Fairfield Inn (a Marriott) drove up. I thought we were staying there, so I almost
got us on the wrong shuttle, but thankfully Paul asked the guy if he was going
to the Residence Inn (also a Marriott), which is where we were really staying,
and the guy said no. So, we didn't get
on that one and waited for the right shuttle to pick us up. Soon after, our shuttle showed up and we
headed to the Residence Inn.
When we
got there, we attempted and failed to print the boarding passes for our flights
due to weird computer issues they were having.
Paul then washed all his clothes because of the bed bugs and the fact
that he was heading back to LA and not home.
I think I just showered and went to bed.
That Residence Inn was nice because it reminded us of the one we had
stayed so long in while in LA..like our "home" during the trip.
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