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Denver, first walk about

I was going to start a blog about learning Denver through the farmers markets. Well as it turns out all the markets are in the out laying areas of metro Denver and David and I are not interested in living so far away from the center. So here is a bit of our first excursion into the city itself.

David and I had a great day in the big city.
Ruled some areas out in terms of living and have more to wander.
We parked our car and road the tram from very close to where we are staying in Aurora and walked for hours. First stop we had lunch at a place…called Earls.
Fish tacos and a goat cheese arugula beet and pear salad. This was on the 16th street mall. Good food even though there were televisions everywhere and the cost of the food reflected the groovy ness of the place. Fun chandeliers and a big monkey which held the napkin rolled silverware.
We then walked and stopped to visit a Da Vinci exhibit of his machines. It is a traveling exhibit put together by a museum in Florence, Italy. Wow what an amazing man! I knew somewhat of his work and life but learned so much more. The museum had created models of many of his drawings.
Walked and walked and walked. We got to see a large group of beautiful gay men parading about, but no parade. Also the Denver beer fest was in its final day and we kept seeing people walking around wearing necklaces of pretzels.
Visited the very cool and complete book store The Tattered Cover. Two floors of all the books, and they have speakers and events every single evening. Will have to get in on that!
Finally we had dinner at The Capitol Grill, an Historic Denver restaurant. Had a great table to watch the Denver mover and shakers come and go. All the women done way way up! And when we walked out of the place the street was all lit up with twinki lights.

on the road

I have always loved driving distances. When I was a kid my family would go on Sunday drives, explorations of small places down dirt roads or up winding roads into mountains.
On September 9th I said goodbye to our home of 7 years, every room and every plant in the garden. One of the rose bushes had a small bloom on it. It was the same rose which is in Paris France at the Louve. I took it with me smiling at the timing. One week later I would be in Paris.
My route took me through southern Oregon on highway 66 going east until I got to 140 south. This stretch of road could be called forsaken and I have heard stories from others not inclined to drive it again. I love it. The vistas are stark with horizons into forever. There used to be places with water, a stranded boat rests tilted in a dry cracked bed of silt. The drive takes me up and levels out and again up and again. History in layers of color only the high desert gives away. When I finally come into a city it is Winnemucca Nevada. There is Basque food here and I eat my fill.
The next day is the drive through the Great Salt Lake, through the city, up over a pass where autumn is getting fancy and into Wyoming. There is a smell about it, this long expanse of old lost ocean. Somehow a highway always just above miles of dark colored water edged with white and the reflection all around.
Driving through Wyoming I come over a rise early on a morning and there are giant windmills. There are miles and miles of sage getting ready for winter with herds of antelope doing the same. The mountains come at me slowly fading in and out, always just around the bend. Here the colors are rare soft muted and lovely.
Outside of Laramie, I choose to go a back road into Fort Collins. I have a reason for this, not only is it a wonderful drive through ranches and mountains but it is going to take me to a place where I visited just before deciding to move to Ashland Oregon. Shambala Mountain is the home of the largest Tibetan Stupa in the US. I sang there years ago with a group led by Silvia Nakach. It was a wonder. So, as a way to complete my Ashland Journey I visit and place the Paris rose in the altar for White Tara, the goddess of compassion who led me to Ashland.
My latest drive has taken me to my new home of Denver Colorado.


Ah where to start.
This year has been all about change. It started in January when I decided to close down my art studio and concentrate solely on my music. Soon after David was speaking of a new job and a move to Denver. After 7 years in Ashland, Oregon we were on the move. How light can we get? After 2 moving sales and countless journeys to donate along with an ongoing free pile in the front of the house both of us are feeling the weight of too much stuff. We are now in a temporary townhouse arrangement with a friend in Aurora, Colorado. Two storage lockers full, one in Ashland and one here. For those of you who know, one of my jobs this last 5 years in Ashland is doing estate sales and personal organizing. Well this was very personal. We are now actively searching out an apartment in downtown Denver. I have already started a donate box in the garage.