Monday, June 02, 2025

and we are at the hot springs

Lo and behold, they have wifi after all. Lucky us! And Lucky YOU!

We left our lovely hotel around 11, and had a great chat goodbye with the owner. Honest to goodness, really enjoyed our stay there. And I think he liked us. He said they get their fair share of unhappy people, and he was very happy to have us and get to know us. 

The Shelf Road doesn't take nearly as long to drive on as Phantom Canyon did, and it is extraordinarily beautiful with surprise scenes around each bend. Just when you think you've seen the coolest thing, just go around the corner. 

It is a very rough road so we were happy to have the jeep. The hotel owner said he's done that road in his Subaru Outback, with AWD and big knobby tires. You need them. It was muddy and thick in spots, and then dry as a bone with dust everywhere. 

We got to Cañon City and cut through to Florence, the antiquing capitol of the USA! Or so they claim. There we spent a ton of time browsing one store. I couldn't imagine going to another store. It was exhausting. I found two license plates for Geoff for his collection, a sweet bottle opener for Jess, and Doug found a really cool dolphin figurine for the upcoming birthday cellie next week.  

And there was a brewery around the corner, so we went. Excellent beer, super staff. We enjoyed a fun visit there for sure. 

Because we were going to the hot springs to stay the night, and they are rather remote and don't have food, we decided to eat a big meal and buy some snacks for later. So we went to a sushi/steakhouse and had a great dinner too. Florence is an alright town! 

We stopped for ice for the hot/cold bag because we didn't think there would be a fridge. Turns out they have ever amenity you'd want except a TV and that's ok because we don't need to watch TV. Desert Reef Hot Springs is really cool, semi-secluded, and there are a multitude of soaking options. Super hot to a lot less hot, clothing optional so leave your judgement in the car. 

And we have this cute little short trailer unit and our own little soaking pool. 

So right when we got checked in and brought to our abode, we jumped in for a soak. Super Rancho Relaxo. Doug had hoped we'd have stars to look at tonight bit it is cloudy and we're supposed to get some serious thunderstorms after 11pm. 

I should have bulk uploaded my pictures to Facebook from today like I did with the ones from Phantom Canyon, because the wifi here is not fast, or good, or ... So the only picture I put online today was on Instagram, and I grabbed it just for here. 

Big Beer and Lil' Beer. Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. slow saunter walk through downtown Florence, 17 min/.46 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:
8:30am: 117
n/a pm: did not take a reading
8:30pm: 108

food & meds:
8:30am: phentermine, jardiance
9am: apple and peanut butter
through the morning, beef jerky, sugar free powerade, nuts
3:30pm: met+glip; 3 beers at Florence Brewing Company; bowl of snacky popcorn
5pm: pad thai, onion soup, gyoza, tempura shrimp
8:30pm: met+glip
9pm: sliced cheddar and a small glass of beer from the brewery


To The Hot Springs

 Doug is relatively certain there is no wifi at the next overnight (tonight) so I thought I'd just post a quick note. I have been getting 2,000+ hits a day on this blog which makes me think I'm being crawled by AI "learning" bots and not humans unless carrie and linda are checking a thousand times a day to see what's happening. 

Cripple Creek is over 9000 ft, yesterday we dropped down to around 5k-ish. I felt the difference immediately. More awake, alert, alive. On the way back up I still felt okay. It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed I could see my pulse in my eyeballs. 

Not fully used to it up here I guess. 

Super bummed to be checking out of this hotel. Doug did good by having us use this as our basecamp for a few days and not quickly move to another area. There is a lot of Colorado to see. And I kind of hope we'll be back here. It's special, and worth the visit. 

So everyone, book your stay at The Hotel St. Nicholas and treat yourself. 

Will update when able. Who knows, it could be tonight after all! 


Phantom Canyon Road and Royal Gorge

 When we got in from our walk into town the other day, a hotel staffer came up to our room with a gift. Two personal bottles of champagne, for our anniversary. 

We didn't drink them Saturday night, Doug being too wiped out and all, so we saved them for this morning, and mimosas, our actual wedding anniversary. 

This is 34. 

We got ready after breakfast and hit the road to drive down to Cañon City on the Phantom Canyon Road. It did not disappoint. It was amazing times 100. I took a ton of pictures but want to go through them all and resize and crop. 

After lunch in Cañon City at the World's End brewery, we went to another jail museum (two? in one week!? What!) which was very interesting. I am too tired to write about it. And there was an epic thunderstorm while we were there. 

Instead of heading straight back, we went to the Royal Gorge to walk across the bridge. Expensive but worth it. 

I may just do a whole post of pictures after this trip, but for now here are some. Digits below.






digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  walk at the royal gorge (kicked my ass but I kicked back). 39 min./1.34 miles 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:
9am: 124
5pm: 109
9:30pm: 164

food & meds:
8:30am: phentermine, jardiance
9am: apple w/pb and a granola bar
sometime around 11am: beef jerky chunks & powerade
1pm: met+glip
1:30pm: chicken wings, fried mushrooms, chili cheese dog, 2 beers
7pm: protein bar from special K (too high in carbs for my liking but it is what we had). More powerade
8pm: Met+glip
9:30pm: bowl of split pea & ham soup w/wheat crackers

Sunday, June 01, 2025

The Lament of the Sea Level Children - Denver and Cripple Creek Colorado

Friday notes:
Here we are, 9600 ft above sea level. So far, it has not been nearly as bad as our Tucson AZ experience on Mt. Lemmon a few years ago, and we're well above the elevation where both Doug and I got sick (me at 7500, him at 8000 or so). We were driving on the road to Cripple Creek and we passed a sign that said the elevation was 10,200 and I said, oh wow... I'm not dying and we're that high up?

Doug and I stopped and bought 4 bottles of zero sugar powerade (they didn't have zero sugar gatorade at the store we were at...) and we drank two of them between Denver and Woodland Park, and another before we got to Divide. Have to say that was a great idea. Whatever things are in powerade electrolytes wise, pretty helpful. Back of the hotel from the parking lot. It was the town's first hospital, run by the Sisters of Mercy. History is here. Really cool place. 

We got checked in, and promptly came up and took a nap. I didn't feel like death until we were at the hotel for a while. After 3 hours of sleep for me (and Doug thinks he slept 15 minutes) the night before we needed it. 

There was an EPIC thunderstorm starting up as we were falling asleep. I thought at first the rumbles were construction equipment because Cripple Creek has a lot of homes being built and stuff being developed. Doug muttered "what is that thunder?" and fell asleep. At about 6pm, I woke up and did my steps, missing the 5pm hour. My head was splitting, and walking around the halls in the hotel my pulse was at about 156. Usually, that's treadmill levels. 

Back in the room, I opened the blinds that Doug had lowered since our windows faced west and north. The lightning bolts across the sky were so vivid. And the thunder just went and went. You couldn't tell which rumble went with which flash. Then, it started to hail. Giant rocks of ice, hitting the roof of the hotel (we're on the third floor) and the patio right below us. 

I got back in bed and slept-ish until about 7:30. Now, I'm on East Coast time in my heart of hearts so it's 9:30pm in my body. I thought this was a big mistake to nap so long. Doug woke up, we decided to go down to the tavern in the basemen to see about possibly a little something to eat. They don't have a big menu. Soups and some sandwiches. There were two regulars and the owner hanging out at the bar, and we were handed menus, complete with recommendations of who has what, what are we in the mood for, how hungry are we. It was 8:30pm and most of the kitchens closed at 9 except for The District Kitchen. Doug ordered buffalo mac & cheese, I got a strawberry spinach salad with chicken. And we got buffalo wings. 

The owner of the hotel/tavern came and hung out with us. We talked until about 11pm with him. All three owners (Aaron, his wife, and his ex-wife) are retired Navy. There's a great story there with how they all get along and how they bought this place about 11 months ago, and it is growing and evolving. 

A long time ago Doug told me I have something tattooed to my forehead that only some people can see, and it says "Tell me everything about you. Talk to me." Doug would gladly sit quietly in a bar and be a fly on the wall listening to the stories. But there we are, learning all about his Navy career, where he was stationed, where he grew up, how he got to where he is today owning a hotel/tavern with his ex-wife and his current wife, and yeah. 

My friend C's sister has a superpower where when she's talking to someone, she doesn't talk about herself. She asks about them. All about them. Asks all the questions. Listens. That person becomes the center of attention and maybe talks too much about themselves, but, it makes them feel valued in their story. I have been applying that to a lot of discussions with strangers. 

Eventually he said "So, what do you guys do? What's your story?" 

We filled him in on us and what we do, and this being our anniversary trip, and he and the bartender celebrated us. We hung out until after 11, they close at midnight, and it was a lot of fun. 

Saturday, May 31
This morning, I slept "late" until 8:30. Doug had been up a while, and he was quietly drinking coffee and looking at stuff online for to do funs. I went downstairs and grabbed breakfast, and he was all set telling me he had granola bars and mixed nuts. I realized after I ate that I had not done my blood sugar. The owners of the hotel, all 3, were down in the office and that was right by the coffee and breakfast. I asked about getting a massage and the woman said she'd get me in for 11 if that worked. 

Doug came down to check on me because I'd been forever down in the little cafe, and I let him know the plan. He thought it sounded great and said he'd go for a walk while I did my massage. 

K was delightful, did an excellent job for an hour massage with hot stones and reflex work on my feet. She said that she thinks I have arthritis in my right hip, because where she was pressing that I said it hurt it is basically bone. 

She used extra hot stones there. 

We talked a lot, at the end she was laughing because most people come to the spa and just do not talk, they yes/no/okay anything she asks them. But she and I were absolutely entrenched in the hotel history, and the characters who made this town back in the day, like Roy Bourquin, the Cripple Creek Pyromaniac. She told me about Stevie Nicks and a family member who ran a brothel.  She comes here to visit once in a while to pay her respects. Here's an article I found about it, if you're interested. She even has a song named Imperial Hotel that she wrote with Tom Petty.

I asked K about something I noticed here at the hotel. On tables and counter tops, there are little bowls with a key or two, and 11 cents. What was up with that. She laughed and said there is a superstition about those who have died, who don't know how to get to the next place they're supposed to go to. You leave out a key and some money for them so they can unlock the next phase of their adventure, and have a little money. 

"To pay the ferryman?" I asked.

"Maybe." she smiled. 

She said when they started renovating this hotel, there were places all through the building where she kept finding eleven cents. So she stuck with that. Pulled up the money hidden behind paneling or under the plumbing. 

A morning well spent. Here I am looking relaxed and wilty. But very happy.

When I got back to the room, Doug was resting from his walk about. Coming up the Third Street hill to the hotel is a challenge and a half. So he was resting after his efforts. We decided to go to lunch first and then the Outlaws and Lawmen Jail Museum which is about a half mile walk. 

Lunch was at The Creek where we each enjoyed a rather too huge beer and I had a patty melt with coleslaw. Doug had a french dip. After wards we headed to the museum. 

It was $5 each for us to get in and a lot of rich history about the town. This was the only jailhouse in all of Teller Country from when it opened in 1901 until 1992 when they closed it down and another one was built. 

And we found out how true that was, when a guy and his friends came in. He walked up to the counter and asked if "alumni or former residents get in free."

He was picked up on a California warrant while speeding in Teller County here in1991. He lived as a guest of the County until he could be extradited back to San Diego. Three whole months.

The stories he told. He was hilarious, reminded me of Aaron a lot. Just the way he painted a picture and set up the situation. It was hard not to just tag along with him while he was telling his friend (and I think his girlfriend) his tale. But he was loud enough we could be quite a bit away and still hear him talk. 

Said it was the jankiest but nicest jail he's ever had the privilege of being locked up in. 

We sat out front on a bench, Doug was really feeling wiped out but we sat and enjoyed about six or so donkeys just walking around a block away from us. Just like Assateague and Chincoteague on the East Coast, there's a roaming herd of four legged friends here. The Two Mile High club takes care of them, and the history is really interesting. There was one donkey who could not be bothered and stood in the middle of Bennett Avenue and cars drove around it. People stopped to take pictures. I thought they were too far away to take a good shot of, so we just watched. 

A thunderstorm was kicking up and we watched it roll down from the north. Knowing how far our hotel was, we decided to walk east for as far as we could before the skies opened. 

We ended up in front of a casino, and went in to chillax. We both hit the penny slots for quite a bit of money and walked away with $150 dollars that we didn't have that morning. Score. 

Now we had to walk up Third street. We turned at the Imperial Hotel, and started walking. I got to the end of the block and had to rest. Then, we crossed the street. I had to rest. 

I kept playing this game with myself. "Okay, phone pole. I see you. I see you there, number 50A. I see you. I'm coming to you..." and I would force myself to that phone pole. Then, electrical box. Then, street lamp. Okay yellow thing covering the horizontal wire. Gonna touch you. The hardest six minute walk I've ever done but I did it. And Doug was happy to rest with me at each inanimate object I visited, because he needed a rest too. Here's a shot of the front right before our final push to the top of Mt. Everest and the front porch rocking chairs. 

We walked into the hotel lobby, and I found a dish that had a key but no money it it. I asked Doug to put eleven cents in for ... whatever. Humor me. Thankfully he doesn't tell me I'm some sort of moron, and he reached into his pocket for two nickels and a penny. 

Upstairs, we napped. Another storm came through and woke us up. We weren't hungry but snacked on mixed nuts and water, and decided to take a ride up to the mine. There's a cool overlook and Doug wanted to check it out. 

You've read this far, I am proud of you. I'll save the mine stuff for the next entry. Here are some pictures from Friday that I was too tired to post from Casa Bonita. We weren't taking this stop seriously, but it actually exceeded expectations and we enjoyed ourselves very much. Not bad, South Park Guys. Not bad. 

Digits below.

if you know, you know.



digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Four measured and counted walks because I earned every inch of these efforts. 6 min/.24 mile; 20 min/.39 mile; 12 min/.48 mile; 4 min/.18 mile. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:
n/a am: forgot to take a reading when I woke up, then I had coffee and breakfast.
5:30pm: 91
10:30pm: 134

food & meds:
8:30am: phentermine, jardiance
9:15am: burrito bowl w/ egg, black beans, some sort of bacon, shredded cheese. Coffee.
11:30am: met+glip
1:30pm: Patty melt w/ coleslaw. Big Beer
6:30pm: met+glip
8pm: steak salad (it was awful) w/ bleu cheese. bottle of blue moon
9:30pm: beer from the tavern while writing this entry.