Suckas
I was going to write about how, on Monday, I went to the beach because it was above 70 degrees in CO/WY/NE.
Visual proof:
But now, I'm sitting in the Denver Airport crossing my fingers my flight isn't really delayed (like the sign boards are saying) because it's been snowing all night. This followed a frigid Monday of visiting Panorama Point, the highest point in Nebraska, climbing some fences, and briefly touring Cheyenne (Okay, so I spent most of my time in Cheyenne at a thrift store, but I got a sweet pair of jeans, a t-shirt with Mr. Rogers on it, some postcards*, and A Confederacy of Dunces). I ate dinner at an empty Chinese restaurant in downtown Cheyenne and because it had already started to snow I decided to drive on to Denver. Because I'm mostly a cheapskate I decided that I would go directly to the airport and spend the night there. And in doing this I realized how important a decision stopping at the thrift store had been, because A Confederacy of Dunces kept me awake and entertained most of the night.
Being clever by holding an aerial photograph of the site while taking a picture of the physical site:
And then my camera died:
*Not of Cheyenne.
Visual proof:
But now, I'm sitting in the Denver Airport crossing my fingers my flight isn't really delayed (like the sign boards are saying) because it's been snowing all night. This followed a frigid Monday of visiting Panorama Point, the highest point in Nebraska, climbing some fences, and briefly touring Cheyenne (Okay, so I spent most of my time in Cheyenne at a thrift store, but I got a sweet pair of jeans, a t-shirt with Mr. Rogers on it, some postcards*, and A Confederacy of Dunces). I ate dinner at an empty Chinese restaurant in downtown Cheyenne and because it had already started to snow I decided to drive on to Denver. Because I'm mostly a cheapskate I decided that I would go directly to the airport and spend the night there. And in doing this I realized how important a decision stopping at the thrift store had been, because A Confederacy of Dunces kept me awake and entertained most of the night.
Being clever by holding an aerial photograph of the site while taking a picture of the physical site:
And then my camera died:
*Not of Cheyenne.
posted by Ellen at 4:23 AM
4 Comments:
So are you home now? Did you get out of Denver? And was it a problem that your camera died? (It was just the battery, right--?)
Hi Ellen,
I have really enjoyed the posts about your lonely trip. Those are the kind of trips I enjoy the most, indeed. And this pictures brought me memories of my native land in the high deserts of Chile.
May I ask what is your project thesis about? Sounds interesting.
What kind of car did you rent, nelle?
I think your trip and your pictures are amazing. I like seeing you.
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