My first WorldCon, etc., #7
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mmegaeraThis is the second-to-last post, honest.
On Sunday afternoon, M and I checked out of the hotel and headed to Golden, Colorado (a suburb of Denver) and the Rocky Mountain Quilt Museum (http://www.rmqm.org/), which was well worth seeking out. They had two very different exhibits. The first one was of antique and not-antique Amish quilts. All hand-quilted, all dropdead gorgeous. The second one was a one-woman display by a quilter named Barbara Barr, and her work, including applique, standard piecing, and paper piecing, was spectacular. I loved her color choices, among many other things. No photography allowed, alas.
Then we headed up towards Rocky Mountain National Park (on SR 93 and SR 36), and spent the night in Estes Park, in a motel, I was informed by M after the fact, that had apparently not vacuumed under the beds in the near or distant past [wry g]. The next morning, after obtaining breakfast pastry and picnic makings, we headed up Trail Ridge Road. The scenery from Trail Ridge Road (the country’s highest continuous paved road, topping out at over 12,000 feet) has to be experienced to be believed. So does the scariness of it when you’re driving. I’d been on it before, as a kid and in my twenties, but always as a passenger. This road is to the road up to Sunrise at Mt. Rainier as the Puyallup Fair rollercoaster is to, oh, say, the Beast at King’s Island in Cincinnati. Technically they’re both steep, winding roads with dropoffs into infinity, the same way the Fair rollercoaster and the Beast are both rollercoasters. Otherwise, there is no comparison.
We saw mountains. We saw wildflowers (including elephantella and Old Man of the Mountains). M saw a pika. I saw a marmot. We saw snowfields. And we completely lost our breath after only a few steps up at the top. It was a not-to-be-missed day. Topped off by a nice little quilt shop in Estes Park [g].
At the end of it we drove back to Denver (via US 36 and I-25 and E-470) and found a room for the night near the airport. And the last of the story is in the next post.
Trail Ridge Road
More Trail Ridge Road
Elephantella (so named because the individual flowers look like little elephant heads)
On Sunday afternoon, M and I checked out of the hotel and headed to Golden, Colorado (a suburb of Denver) and the Rocky Mountain Quilt Museum (http://www.rmqm.org/), which was well worth seeking out. They had two very different exhibits. The first one was of antique and not-antique Amish quilts. All hand-quilted, all dropdead gorgeous. The second one was a one-woman display by a quilter named Barbara Barr, and her work, including applique, standard piecing, and paper piecing, was spectacular. I loved her color choices, among many other things. No photography allowed, alas.
Then we headed up towards Rocky Mountain National Park (on SR 93 and SR 36), and spent the night in Estes Park, in a motel, I was informed by M after the fact, that had apparently not vacuumed under the beds in the near or distant past [wry g]. The next morning, after obtaining breakfast pastry and picnic makings, we headed up Trail Ridge Road. The scenery from Trail Ridge Road (the country’s highest continuous paved road, topping out at over 12,000 feet) has to be experienced to be believed. So does the scariness of it when you’re driving. I’d been on it before, as a kid and in my twenties, but always as a passenger. This road is to the road up to Sunrise at Mt. Rainier as the Puyallup Fair rollercoaster is to, oh, say, the Beast at King’s Island in Cincinnati. Technically they’re both steep, winding roads with dropoffs into infinity, the same way the Fair rollercoaster and the Beast are both rollercoasters. Otherwise, there is no comparison.
We saw mountains. We saw wildflowers (including elephantella and Old Man of the Mountains). M saw a pika. I saw a marmot. We saw snowfields. And we completely lost our breath after only a few steps up at the top. It was a not-to-be-missed day. Topped off by a nice little quilt shop in Estes Park [g].
At the end of it we drove back to Denver (via US 36 and I-25 and E-470) and found a room for the night near the airport. And the last of the story is in the next post.
Trail Ridge Road
More Trail Ridge Road
Elephantella (so named because the individual flowers look like little elephant heads)
