Denver, Part Two

Who wouldn't want to start out their day like this?  

Oh, that's right...anybody who would like to be able to do anything other than lie around for the rest of the day.  Needless to say, breakfast did not end with clean plates for us.  Even Steve had to leave some behind...and Steve hates to leave some behind. 

So sad.

After breakfast, Steve and I went to Red Rocks because neither of us had every been, and one of us wanted to try to work off at least a portion of her breakfast.  And we were greeted with this:  

Rattlesnakes?  Mountain lions?  Poison ivy?  Oh yeah...this seems right up my alley.  Luckily, the worst thing we faced was the sinking Titanic...  

See it?  See the Titanic?!?  I was impressed, mostly because this was the only rock formation where I could see what they named the formation after, but also because I'm just easily impressed.  Steve was not so impressed... 

Damn altitude.  Gets him every time.  (In his defense, though, he was the one that managed to ski straight through the day the entire time we were in Colorado the last time, while I spent significant portions of the mid-day hiding out in our room, so he gets a pass on this one.)

We had to take a little break in the sightseeing Saturday afternoon, because, you know, wedding ceremony and all of that, but imagine our surprise to find out that the chapel was on the same highway exit as the place Steve and I had passed 18 times and were dying to visit?
 

Seriously, from the highway, this place looks like a shopping mall.  It was impressive.  

Every good liquor store needs one of these.

The wedding was beautiful.  The reception was a ton of fun.  The newlyweds looked ridiculously happy.  Steve and I enjoyed our mini vacation.

But still?  

It's good to be home.