September 8, 2014

Welcome to Colorful Colorado.


Last I wrote, I was on my way to Colorado after exploring Utah. Now, Colorado is one of those places that I could visit for years on end and always discover something new. It's insanely beautiful and the few times I have been there have been lovely.

We zipped from Utah to Gunnison, CO. Black Canyon, to be more specific. 

My, was it a beauty. 





So graceful, I know.

As it was getting dark (we had been driving all day, after all!) and rain was coming in bouts, we couldn't stay for very long. I still think we got quite the view and had some ahh-worthy moments!




Appropriately kept over a trash can.

After whetting our appetite with the first stop, we drove over to Tomichi Point. It. Was. Amazing.






My heart was pounding, my legs trembling. We stood at the very edge of that cliff on rocks that felt as though they could crumble at our very feet. It looked like an attachment that was easily removable. And the temporariness of being there made our adrenaline rush even more.

As soon as we had a couple of shots, I jumped off and ran with my dad back up the hill to where our car was parked.


Such a Daddy's girl.

Then, suddenly, it began to rain. A downpour of epic proportions drenching us in cold, cold sheets. We rushed off to one last spot before making the drive to our motel (we stayed at The Western Motel, which was actually really nice! Definitely a ski town, that's for sure).




As soon as we got out of there, the rain stopped and we got the prettiest sunset by the lake.



After a good night's sleep, we woke up early the next day to begin the long drive ahead of us. 


Starving, we stopped in Cañon City at a nice little place called Cañon Coffee Cafe. Their Yelp score isn't the most promising, but we had ourselves a grand time. I had a delicious smoothie and eggs benedict; dad had the pulled pork, which he thought was delightful; mom had a breakfast burrito; brother had chicken fried steak -- now that was a work of art. Crispy, juicy, nom-worthy.





Stuffed, the drive continued on to the Royal Gorge Bridge. Little did we know that the bridge had been damaged due to wildfires the year before, and would be re-opening to the public later...a week later, to be exact. 

Talk about bad timing.






A little bit defeated, we drove off towards Kansas and lightning storms, where I had some amazing barbecue. But that's for next time.



Also, if you're interested, I made a bit of a video/vlog while I was on the trip. You can read the description box for more info, but please do check it out! And let me know what you think?






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