No Place Like Home ðŸ”

***written in the Delta Sky lounge as I drink water….because CO is so dry…and we had kick ass margaritas last night***

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I hope it was awesome. Like food coma awesome. Like time to reset and take a break awesome. Catch up with family awesome. It was for me.

Work has been more chaotic than usual. There was another death so we worked through the weekend, we are planning an exercise, my squadron is working on a mega event for the base, everyone is sick (including me…I had to give myself a pep talk every morning last week to get to work…at one point, I sounded like a goose and had to yell at people to be heard)….among all the normal stuff we deal with. Needless to say last Wednesday I practically sprinted to the airplane to Denver. I needed five minutes to breathe.

Lizz is just getting back to work after her back surgery…so she stayed in Vegas this year, so it was just the parents, the Duke (our black lab), and me. First stop off the plane was some Colorado craft beer and chili at Blue Spruce because it’s the best. Lunch of champions. They didn’t have my favorite apricot blonde, but I made do with the raspberry ale. I know CO has a ton of breweries to check out, but put this one on the list, because the food is bomb too.

Thanksgiving was super chill.

I made my best attempt at dressing (the Southern version of stuffing but better…I had it last year at C. Boyd’s house and will never go back), some How Sweet Eats (best recipes ever…been cook Jessica’s stuff for years…) maple bacon brussels sprouts salad with pear and gorgonzola(try it…you will love it…seriously how is her food so good), turkey and tres leches cake for dessert. This put me straight into a food coma and I went to bed around 7…and got about 12 hours of sleep.

Per family tradition, we went Black Friday shopping. Not the kind where you shop on Thanksgiving or at 3am, but the kind where you show up at 8:30 and get some killer deals and not punch strangers in the face.

Nordstroms was good to us. Once Dad was done working, we went to the Alamo draft house so I could finally see Justice League. My family takes going to the movies very seriously…so it was nice to be back at a decent theater (also beer + pork bahn mi could arguably be better than the classic popcorn and coke icee I usually go for) and the movie was good.

Hike: Chautauqua Park hike to 1/2 Flatirons, Boulder, CO

Distance: 2 miles total (hiked to where the paved section ended)

Level: Paved with incline…I rate as easy. We did not make it up the flatirons because of Dad’s knee

Saturday was all about getting my ass outside. This was tough because Dad had a knee replacement mid-Sept, but he knows how much I love exploring, so up to Boulder we went…for his knee’s first test run. We headed to Chautauqua Park in Boulder. I didn’t want to go to far into the mountains because of Dad’s knee sitting still for too long. It was a beautiful sunny day, plus the path was paved and under 2 miles, which was perfect for the first test run. Up we went.

Then it went from paved to dirt with some rocks, but Dad insisted we keep going.

When it got steeper with switchbacks, I insisted we turn around (we had gone way farther than anticipated due to Dad’s stubbornness). I was getting worried how his cane/new knee combo would hold up. He insisted we get a good view. So we cut across through the woods to an opening (no path this time).

How did he get down from this unpaved spot? A little help from me and then my favorite method when I find myself in a precarious situation on a hike where face planting/tumbling down a mountain is high risk…the ass to mountain method.

We made it safely down and Duke only accidentally almost took me out once (he found a friend we wanted to play with).

We stopped through Golden on the way down…somehow resisting the Coors distillery and went to a Veteran owned brewery (Barrels and Bottles). Check out their wine slushie and mint chocolate stout if you ever pop in.

We got home and decided I needed some good margaritas before I went back to SC (def not known for their Mexican food). We checked out the newly opened Los Dos Potrillos. It was packed (great sign). The food was incredible. If you are in CO, drop what you are doing and go. It’s that good. I am already craving more. Salsa was fresh and spicy. Street tacos would get the Scott stamp of approval (he’s picky as hell being from CA) and the molcajete is probably the best thing I’ve eaten in months (not to mention their kick ass margaritas…fresh made Skinny Marg (only skinny bc no extra sugar) almost put me on my ass. My parents thought they were hilarious by celebrating my birthday early and making me wear the bday sombrero all night.

And that’s it. A whirlwind few days that left me feeling relaxed and full of good food. Now it’s back to the chaos and the grind. Talk to you soon!

Cheers, A

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