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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Bitches do Leadville Part 4

Our last full day in Leadville, was my favorite day. We started lazily, by sleeping in a bit and recovering from our trek up Mt. Elbert the day before.

The KoB, Melissa, Jeff and I did a run along the mineral belt trail, while Tanya and Cheryl went for a ride on the Scenic Leadville Train.

Ready to run.

 This is how Melissa stretches.
"Stretching." Right.

It was a stunning day and amazingly, I actually felt pretty good. I think I had finally started to get used to breathing with the lack of oxygen.




We ran for an hour, then cleaned up and did a little shopping at my favorite outdoors store Melanzana and then met up with Tanya and Cheryl when their train ride was over. We headed to Tennessee Pass Cafe for lunch.

We drank them dry of Old Chub.

 Chug, chug, chug.

Jeff modeling his new Melanzana hat.

When they ran out of Old Chub, we walked down the block and ducked into a pool hall. Turns out, they had Old Chub on draft.

 Many, many, many games of pool were played.

 Bitches trying to look hard.
And not succeeding.
 
 Jeff's alter ego came out to play.

 We spent $30 on the digital jukebox.

 Jeff and The KoB chatted up some of the locals.
Who, I'm sure were annoyed by our drunk asses.

And of course, many beers were drank.

Once we decided we should probably eat dinner (after HOURS of pool), we grabbed some pizzas to go and some beers at my favorite gas station:
Not the actual Kum & Go in Leadville.
This is a picture of one I took in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Still... Kum & Go! Who named that?
 
 It was one of those perfect day drinking kind of days and a fantastic way to recover from Mt. Elbert and relax on our last full day in Leadville.
These people are some of my favorite people on earth and the best travel partners. Now the only question is... when and where's the next trip, bitches?



1 comment:

Carina said...

Sounds like you had a great time, looked amazing! What an awesome time of year to get away from this misery...