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On Friday morning we
drove down to Denver, through pouring rain in the Roaring Fork Valley, hot
sun in the Glenwood Canyon, and snow flurries on the Vail Pass. A Whitman
Sampler of spring weather.
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In Denver Katherine got fingerprinted by
the INS for her FBI background check (she has promised Scott that there
will be no surprises). Then we headed out to the airport to pick up
Harriet who was arriving on the British Air non-stop from London!
After checking into a hotel in LoDo
(Lower Downtown), we walked three blocks to Coors Field to watch the
Denver Rockies play the Philadelphia Phillies. Katherine explained the
obscure rules of baseball to Harriet, who kept dozing off. It must
have been the jetlag.
The Rockies are in last place in the
standings, and they fired their manager last night. But tonight they
actually managed to pull out a narrow victory.
Then we head
back to the hotel to rest up for Saturday's adventures. |
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Saturday morning we
had breakfast near the hotel in LoDo (Harriet had a Happy Meal), we explored
around Larimer Square, then drove up into the Front Range of the Rocky
Mountains, stopping to visit Buffalo Bill's grave site...
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Buffalo Bill Cody
is buried on the crest of Lookout Mountain, overlooking Denver and the
plains. But the afterlife hasn't always been quiet for Buffalo Bill. In
1948, the Cody |
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American Legion Post, in Cody, Wyoming,
offered a $10,000 cash reward for the return of Buffalo Bill's body from
Colorado to Wyoming. Denver residents learned of the threat and sprang
into action. Within
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an hour, the armory was thrown open and
the quartermaster began passing out rifles, helmets, and other regalia
for making war. |
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A squad car of Denver Legionnaires,
with two war tanks following close behind, raced out of Denver toward
Lookout Mountain. A half-hour later, rifles at the ready, armed men were
patrolling the perimeter of the grave. As a precautionary measure,
Denver city officials had Cody's coffin exhumed, blasted a hole twenty
feet deep, and lined it with a three-inch thick metal casing around the
coffin. But his ghost emerged to give Katherine |
a squeeze. |
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Leaving summer behind, and avoiding the
easy drive through the Tunnel, we drove the switchbacks up Loveland
Pass. The snow got deeper, the temperatures colder, and baseball seemed
a season away.
Up on the Continental Divide, hardy
skiers and borders were hiking into the backcountry to ride the deep
spring snow -- undaunted big red signs warning that avalanche-prevention
missiles could be fired at them without warning. |
At Arapahoe Basin ski area the parking
lot was full and the slopes were busy.
We stopped in Breckenridge for lunch
at the Forrest Gump-inspired "Bubba Gump Shrimp Factory" (we're always
loyal to Paramount).
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And then, having
thoroughly exhausted our jet-lagged Harriet, we climbed back into the Jeep
and drove on home to Aspen. |