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What was John Denver thinking... putting DEN so far away from downtown?

I have pondered operating as a snow-bird of sorts as I love MN between April and November... and it kind of doesn't matter where I actually live.  Which begs the question; where should I live in the off-season? I had considered a few places: * Austin, TX - nope... that place is played out like Seattle, Portland, etc... long lines, over-priced food/housing... After living in DC for a few years.. I'm kind of over that. * Asheville, NC - I still may end up there some day.  Close to DC (for work), not ridiculously over-priced.  However, the winters can still be a bit shady. * Denver, CO - This... is a tough one.  I LOVE Colorado.  However, Denver has yet to impress me the few times I have been here.  The people I encounter seem like extras in Breaking Bad (not in a good way) and the city really feels crowded and pointlessly busy.  (I was in "rush hour" on a Thursday at 1pm... again, after DC.. no thanks!).  Getting to the airport seems like it ...

A West Side Story

Heading to Denver (then on to Albuquerque) tomorrow.  I think I have 10 or so states on my list of "States I have ridden in... in the US".  Time to add one or two more. It seems kind of ironic as I am looking at my receding hairline and growing widow's peaks in the mirror, that I am at the same time daydreaming about mountain biking at elevation and setting a goal to ride my mountain bike in every state in the (continental) US. I'm going to be 45 soon.. and it's time to get gettin'

And so it begins... Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? Well.. not really.

"It" began a while ago... but I finally felt compelled to begin documenting "It". It... is a journey.  The journey is everything... and it is nothing.  It is unlearning all the "truths" and learning all the "untruths".  OK - enough with my nonsense.  Why are we here? I would like to document one of the more significant events that I will participate in as an adult. The Long Way Round After watching that series numerous times, I was motivated to acquire an "Adventure Motorcycle" in hopes that I my life would somehow become more adventurous.  An occasional weekend here-and-there actually was just that.  As I evangelized the benefits of having such an amazing machine, my friend Nate also decided it was something he wanted to try.  We spent a summer doing day trips on our quest for glory.  Bruised (or broken) fingers, muscles and motorcycle parts had both of us smiling uncontrollably, occasionally yelling out loud at our accomplis...