Mr. Greener Goes To Colorado

Last Thursday I boarded a plane for my beloved land of colorado. As many of you know I hate flying and it is rare that I don't pray for God to accept my soul into his kingdom when I'm in the air, but I made it alright in the end. There to greet me was my best friend of old, Mark.



Jonathan Power sat in the back. Pretty much every time we were in the truck. We drove to Boulder, home of frat boys, smelly hippies and a generous portion of mountains. I remember the first time I heard the word portion. We got on some bikes that Mark and Jon built and headed for Pearl St. and into the Catacombs which was the first hole in the wall we blessed with our patronage.



Mark in the Cat.



Me and Jon. We were laughing at some silly frat guys who thought the place smelled like farts. I don't know why. Later we met up with some of our other peeps and ended up in an Irish pub where there was an Irish/Electronic cover band. There were playing "take on me" when I took this picture.



When the night was finally over we hopped on...



our bikes and rode the few miles home to bed. We decided to head up into the mountains the next morning and took off not too much longer to a place near Brek. It was, to say the least, extremely beautiful.



We found this stream and it was good. (Psalm 23)

In the middle of the wilderness we found a coffee shop nestled in the foothills. We had just climbed two fourteeners so we were in need of energy. We all enter, get some caff. and exit...



Jonathan



James



And Mark. I was taking the pictures. But I found a device that made me feel like:



I fit in a little better. We spent two days and two nights up in the mountains and came back to Broomfield in time for Cindy (an old friend and a wonderful woman) to make us lunch and try to convince us all to move down to Mexico with us.



I was definately tempted to go down, especially at an offer of $500 a month to live on the beach. There is unfinished business for me in Illinois, though. We finally hooked up with Jeff, another old chum and we all giggled as he messed with the many dogs running around, all of which weighed less than four pounds and bore a striking resemblence to oversized rats.




Gina thought it was funny (they were her dogs).



We then headed over to Jon's house in the city for a BBQ in my honor. Only we had pizza instead. But I got to see other people I had been missing and wanting to see.



Brandon Proff and Jonathan Power sitting on the stupe.



Me and Susan.

Well, I had a great, albeit tiring time in Colorado. I miss everyone there desperately and look forward to the next time I get to go back. To my friends in the flatlands, I wish you could have been there with me, but at least you can share my experience to an extent on our box with a hat blog. Much love to all, and God's peace.



Jonathan Clark.