This morning, I went to see one of my clients because heck, we were in their town! I hadn't planned on seeing anyone but then had second thoughts. I found out we drove through Paonia and I could have stopped there but I just wasn't thinking of work people.
I was so happy to reach out to them and ask to come by. We had a lovely visit, Doug stayed at the hotel. He didn't want to meet people and his belly has been feeling super bloated the past few days so he needed some alone time.
After my visit, I came back and he had us fully packed up. We went out to late breakfast. I had been thinking of having lunch in Aspen with another client's office but Doug was hungry, and we obey Doug's tummy when it wants something.
In Carbondale, C had recommended a spot so we headed right there to the Village Smithy. Fantastic. Amazing. Delicious. And my breakfast came with a side of 3 larger than silver dollar but smaller than "normal" pancakes.
I did not have regrets.
I have not had pancakes in so long, and these were perfection. I only ate half my egg/bacon/spinach quesadilla and none of my hash browns as a result, it was too much food.
We walked around Carbondale a little bit until it started to rain. Hitting the road again, we headed to Aspen. I met up with my colleagues and had a longer visit there than I expected I would. They were just so friendly and the engineer wanted to show me all their Audio to IP equipment he's been installing. I have no idea what that is or how it works, but he's super pumped about it and proud of the work.
Also, they had a dog. In the office. She's 6 months old. And I love her.
Leaving Aspen, we headed up to Independence Pass. We stopped at a couple lookie lou spots, and it started to snow. Real, serious, amazing snow. Independence Pass was full of cars that made it up there and I don't know, thought they'd wait out the snow. It wasn't sticking to the road, the air temperature was a little too warm, and we kept going. I would have loved to have stopped, looked at the Independence Ghost Town on the way up, but people were driving like idiots and we wanted off that ride.
Down and down back into Teller county, to Rte 24 where you either turn left to Leadville or right to beautiful Buena Vista. This area was familiar to us. No more snow, 15 degrees warmer, and raining hard off and on.
We got to Leadville where Doug had rented us a tiny house.
No one is there to check you in, you just have the code to the lock emailed to you and you go in. And you just leave by 10am. They are very strict about that.
There are a dozen of these really super cute units, and we are staying in the Dragonfly house. It has a loft up over the bathroom, and Doug climbed up to take a nap. He was pretty wiped. I checked us into our flight for tomorrow and took a short walk. Short being the operative term. I feel like I've gotten used to the altitude say at about 7k ft up. But at this over 10k height ... wow. This is a bit much. And Doug is super feeling it.
I came back from my tiny walk to the tiny house, and I also took a nap. Woke up in time to do steps. Doug had a hell of a time getting down out of the loft, which was both hilarious and nerve wracking. He could have fallen 6 feet down or slipped and landed on both feet, jamming his knees and heels.
It also took all my willpower NOT to grab my camera and record him trying to get down. I would not like someone doing that to me, so. I exercised restraint. We decided no. We would not be sleeping up there. Luckily the little couch in the living room folds out to what appears to be a decently sized bed, if not a bit super firm. I think when you make the reservation at the Tiny House Leadville, they should ask how big you are and you should be honest. There are other units that are unoccupied, that look as if they have different sized sleeping spots.
We slept in a loft in Florence at the hot springs, and it was perfect. Easy up and down (the only thing I didn't like was it had no hand rail on the open/exposed side but that seems to be the style?)
Anyway. Dinner time.
Doug wanted to go to the Silver Dollar Saloon, and it was around the corner. Easy walk. But their kitchen was closed.
We had one beer and looked at all the amazing things. Very historic location, but we were hungry. The bartender recommended a spot across the street so we headed to the Tennessee Pass Cafe. The food was good, the beer was all local, and it hit the spot.
Back to the tiny house, quietude, slow internet that does not like images but seems to be doing okay with just writing this entry.
Tomorrow we check out of here and head back to Denver. And home. Doug said he's ready to go home, and is thankful we planned it this way to have Saturday and Sunday home before we have to work.
Digits, below. Here's the inside of the tiny house. From the couch to the bathroom door, 18 steps.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. two short walks, one for about 3 min./.19 mi just to stretch my legs and get light headed; another for about 11 min/.29 mi go go to dinner. 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 134
5pm: 80
10:30pm: 138
food & meds:
8:30am: phentermine, jardiance
11am: 1/2 breakfast quesadilla, 3 pancakes
12pm: Met+glip
5pm: the other half of my breakfast quesadilla
8pm: hot bacon salad w/ cup of beer cheese soup. 2 beers
9pm: met+glip
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