miller moth – Adventures in Colorado, 2023 edition

But before the misadventure, the adventure!

I only have a half day in Colorado left, so Caroline and I decide to spend a few hours at the Denver Art Museum, where I have reciprocal benefits from my membership at VMFA.

The first exhibit we see is the Northwest Coast and Alaska Native Art Galleries. I am wowed at the start (see, need better vocabulary!). There are ginormous wood carvings, a jacket woven from walrus intestine and Auklet feathers, intricately carved bowls and so many more fascinating items.

We go next to the Islands Beyond Blue exhibit, which opens with a huge installation created from leis and includes other works from the museum’s collection, including historical monumental sculpture, delicate bark cloth and intricate wood carvings.

Now starts the misadventure. Caroline drops me off at 1:20 for my 3:20 flight. I am through security and at the gate within 30 minutes, with boarding supposed to start at 2:40. At 2:10, we are advised that the plane that Delta sent is smaller than the one expected, so the flight is oversold by 19 seats. AND, the mechanics are on board “looking at something.” Another call for volunteers goes out at 2:20, and 2:30. By 2:40 we are now on a storm delay, because of lightning in the area. And the mechanics are still looking at that thing. At 3:00 we are still not boarding, and the “thing” is disclosed to be the computer system. Ok, sure, I’m down with fixing that before we leave….

3:20 comes and goes, the mechanics “believe” they have fixed the problem, but have to test it, and as I’m looking at my connection to see if I will make it, the departure time is changed to 4:35 and now I’m sunk. I go stand in line with the rest of everyone who will miss their connection, while trying to rebook myself on the app. I find space on the redeye, leaving at 1:00 am on Friday, a full 8.5 hours from now.

At long last, this is how you spend those 8 hours:

5:00 – 6:00 find a quiet spot and listen to a podcast: Park Predators.
6:00-6:15 get up and walk from Gate A39 to Gate A14. See a man doing Tai Chi.
6:15 – 7:30 sit at the end of the terminal and charge all your devices. Listen to a podcast: American History Tellers. Hold back a scream when a miller moth spazzes by. Note that your original 3:20 flight has not left yet and is now scheduled to depart at 7:00.
7:30- 7:45 walk from Gate A14 to Gate A39. Find a restaurant with space. See that your original 3:20 flight is now leaving at 9:00.
7:45 -8:45 have dinner and a much needed and earned glass of wine. Realize after you pay that Delta has given you a $15 voucher for your trouble.
8:45 – 9:00 walk from Gate A40 to Gate A52 because the people between A39 and A14 are sick of seeing you. Notice that restaurants, stores and kiosks are closing. Buy stress/boredom food with your $15 voucher.
9:00-9:30 browse a bookstore to find a book to add to your TBR pile. Pat yourself on the back when you resist a purchase.
9:30-9:45 walk to your gate. Only 3 hours to go! Realize that your original 3:20 flight is now leaving at 12:30 am and is at the gate right next to you.
10:00 – 10:15 wonder whether your bag, which they pulled from the original plane, will make it onto your new flight. Wait at the original flight gate to talk to a gate agent only to realize they are not Delta representatives.
10:15 -10:30 call and text Delta to talk to someone about your bag, which seems to be sitting on the tarmac at the old gate.
10:30 – 10:45 walk to another Delta gate and get confirmation that your bag has been rerouted.
10:45-10:50 walk back to your correct gate.
10:55 check your watch to see if you’ve met your step goal. Pat yourself on the back because you have. See that your watch is showing medium stress while you watch the plane for your upcoming flight arrive. Only 1 hour and 15 minutes until boarding!
11:00 work on your blog.
12:00 boarding!
1:00 you’ve done it! You are taxiing!

Here’s hoping there’s some sleep opportunity and smooth sailing for the rest of the trip!

Today, it’s just Caroline and I. And today, I lived up to my trail name. It was the nerdiest of days yet!

This morning, Caroline and I drove out to Red Rocks Amphitheater. What I didn’t realize when I agreed to go there, is that there are a LOT of stairs. I lost count of how many from the parking lot to the top of the venue, but suffice to say, I got a good workout today.

The venue is breathtaking, with views of the Denver skyline behind the stage area and the red rocks looming 300 feet on either side of the seating area. Although the visitor center was closed, we were able to visit the Trading Post, which houses history of the development of the amphitheater as well as the Colorado Music Hall of Fame. It was fascinating to read that concerts have been going on at the site as far back as 1906, although it was a rudimentary stage at best. And while I never equated Colorado with ‘music history’ the area has drawn big name acts for almost as long.

After a little music nerdiness, we drove over to Dinosaur Ridge for some old school (no pun intended) nerd moments. Dinosaur Ridge is where the first stegosaurus discovery was made in the late 1800s! And it is home to so many fossils and dinosaur tracks that are so easy to see from the walking path. Feelings of insignificance bubbled up again as I looked at these tracks made millions of years ago, when this part of Colorado was underwater.

After a morning of learning, we drove to Golden to have lunch. We had a very tasty meal at the Old Capitol Grill and Smokehouse. Even this building provided learning experiences…this was once the Capitol building when Golden was the capital of the Colorado Territory. There’s still a safe from the early days!

We walked off our lunch by browsing the shops downtown and walking the trail along Clear Creek. We caught a glimpse of the enormous Coors plant, and even saw some brave souls floating in the rushing water of the creek.

Around 6:30 pm we drove around to pick a location for some sunset photography. Shooting the sun sinking behind the mountain proved to be challenging, but it was pretty nonetheless.

Back we drove to Louisville and, for the second night in a row, we had to fight off “Miller moths” in the house. These critters apparently migrate through Colorado every year, but this year, they are hanging around due to the smoke from the Canada wildfires. Thanks, Canada. Last night, we were frantically trying to swat the erratic flyers, and when that didn’t work, we started spraying them with hair spray in hopes it would weigh down their wings so they couldn’t spaz around. Tonight, we bought flying insect spray, and sprayed frantically at them until they slowed down enough to swat them. I think both Caroline and I pulled a muscle on that swatting action.

Here’s to a hopefully moth-free sleep, and another day of adventure tomorrow!

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