Our last day in Denver. (sigh)
Since we didn't have a ton of time before catching our flight (needed to be at the airport around 1:00 or so)...I suggested we check out the state capital building. The architecture in those places is usually awesome!!!!!!
We weren't disappointed.
Those are actual canon balls as finials. Now THAT'S my kind of capital. :-)
Just as we entered the building, we passed a tour guide and two people he was showing around. The tour had just become, so we tagged along. He was awesome! Personable, knowledgeable, and interesting to listen to. He knew that we were still listening, as we were looking around. He didn't need us to stare at him the whole time. He was excited about the information he was passing on.
When we found out we could take the 99 stairs to the top of the dome.....you didn't have to tell us twice!!!
This was one of those staircases that gives you vertigo, whether you normally get it or not. :-)
This is a picture taken from the main floor. We ended up two levels above this when it was all said and done.
It's not my camera...it's that out of focus painting. It made my head spin. :-)
The tour didn't take as long as we'd planned, so Steve thought we should check out the church across the street.
Denver's Cathedral Basilica of the Immaculate Conception (quite the mouth full).
So....does anyone out there know what this symbol means? Or is it just a random cool doorknob??
After checking out the cathedral, we headed back over to the Fainting Goat for one last lunch before leaving town.
Before heading to the airport, we packed our lightweight jackets into our luggage, and pulled out the winter gear. It was in the 40's in Denver, and-40 in Omaha. (sigh)
Security at the Denver airport wasn't any higher or stricter than usual, as far as we could tell. So getting there early was....was really early.
The four of us copped a squat at the gate, and waited for our plane to arrive.
Danny went and found an ice cream place (and showed his displeasure of my camera coming out, yet again.) :-)
Mot, Steve and I tried out my brookie.
Yep, brookie. I got it at the pie shop/bakery in Estes Park, but hadn't tried it yet.
It's a cookie and a brownie, for those people that can't make up their minds.
I was surprised security didn't confiscate it. It weighed a ton, and could be used as a weapon.
But it was surprisingly tasty. :-)
Unfortunately, this was when we found out that only three of us had seats on the plane. We'd had our tickets for months...but the airline royally messed up. Steve had a seat, and the other three of us were put on standby. They'd gotten two volunteers to take a later flight...but that still left one of us without a seat.
Eventually, they found one more volunteer and we were all good to go.
Some of us better than others.
Danny ended up with a first class seat.
Jerk. :-) :-)
I was seated next to a tall and large dude, completely terrified of flying. We talked the whole way to Omaha.
While standing at baggage claim in Omaha, I saw Mot walk over to him. It turns out he knows the guy's mom. She works at the gas station by our house. Small world.
To say it was cold in Omaha when we arrived would be a serious understatement. The four of us had to remove the inches and inches of snow from the Jeep before we could even pull out of the airport parking lot.
After we dropped the boys off, we headed back out of town, to Mot's parents house to pick up Sam.
By the time we got home, for good, we were all bushed and headed for bed.
The End :-)
To see all the pictures I took in Denver, check out my Webshots page.