A creepy story...We dropped in on 65 year-old Uncle Ben (my father's oldest brother) in Denver on the way back to Washington State. We hung out with him for two days as he kept buying fish for his aquarium and unfortunately, watching them eat each other. So we'd go back and buy some more.
Ben was quite a character. At one point, while looking for a restaurant, he walked into a bank and tried to get a table for three. Miimii and I stood back, wondering what the heck he was doing. The teller politely said,"Uh sir...this is a bank", to which Ben, surprised, replied,"Oh my! I'm in the wrong place!"
There's a little mountain outside Denver called Mount Evans which has the highest paved road in North America and I just had to drive it. There is an annual bicycle race from the base at Idaho Springs to the summit at 14,262 feet. It's called the Bob Cook Memorial Hill Climb. I'd always wanted to race it but it would be another ten years before I'd return to this mountain.
***Miss Paul has requested her photo not be shown here to protect her identity***