Dear Denver, Part Two

It's a little strange to be writing public love letters to you, Denver, but J is aware of it, and it's fine. Really. I can maintain both relationships, I'm confident of it. Just don't ask me to choose, okay?

Alright, enough of that: it's too difficult to try to structure a blog post as a love letter. Denver is, however, lovely. Another warm clear day, Wynkoop beer on the way, and a long night ahead of paying to celebrate T leaving town.

The bicycle facilities are fantastic here, and not just in comparison to Atlanta. Bike lanes, sharrows, great signage. There are separate paths on the Cherry Creek Trail for cyclists and pedestrians, for crying out loud. And the cyclists respond by being everywhere, and the cars respond by being courteous and respectful. What a notion: bicycling begets bicycling!

Damn, I want to live in the west again. As much as Atlanta is treating us well, it's just not a love affair like the west is.