I have never experienced Denver, Colorado. Although
my travels have taken me in an out of the city over the years, I have not had
the chance to get into the city and experience the amazing places I have heard
about for years. As a result, Abe, Chad, and I decided we would spend the
afternoon and evening visiting some of Denver’s more renowned breweries
throughout the city after making our trip back from the post-blizzard mountains
this morning. In what was bound to be a day to remember, all I could do is
brace myself for a lot of fun and more than my fair share of beer.
The day began with an unbelievably beautiful drive
through the sun-drenched Rockies on our way back home from Winter Park. The
fresh snow covering the peaks and valleys of the mountains was unlike any scene
I have ever encountered, which left me quick to acknowledge that no words I
could craft could do justice to that place in those moments. It was
breathtaking. As we drove down the mountains it was easy to know I was
experiencing something that would remain with me for the rest of my life. With
that, I’ll just let a few photos from the morning try to encapsulate what it
was like to be there, waste deep in snow, wandering down mountainsides off of a
snow packed and winding road. Stated simply, it was magic.
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Winter Park after the blizzard |
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The view on the ride home |
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...And another |
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Snowcapped peaks |
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Getting lower in the mountains... |
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Unbelievable beauty... |
After descending toward Denver, the three of us
made a quick decision to tally up another new experience for Abe and me,
visiting Red Rocks Amphitheater outside of Denver. The storm from the previous
night left much of the location wet and thawing, but the views we were able to
take in from the top of Red Rocks were astonishing. The valley to the east of
the amphitheater, speckled white with lingering snow cover, beamed in the
morning sun and provided miles of viewing distance over the terrain. The
theater itself was an amazing blend of white and rich, red stone dampened by
melt and runoff. In the distance, Denver stood out like a beacon among the
brown earth of early spring. The sights were incredible, but they made each of
eager to get back to the city and start the day’s brewery-themed adventure. In
turn, we wrapped up our time at Red Rocks rather quickly and ventured back to
Chad’s apartment to get the core of the day’s events underway.
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The valley view... |
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Approaching Red Rocks |
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The welcoming view... |
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Walking in |
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The hall of fame |
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The amphitheater |
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The stage |
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Denver in the distance... Calling our names |
A quick stop at Chad’s apartment resulted in the
three of us feeling refreshed and ready to make the most of our afternoon and
evening. Excited and inclined to take down a few beers after the previous
night’s experience, Abe, Chad, and I climbed into our vehicle and made our way
into the heart of Denver. Over the course of the next 10 hours, we walked the
streets of the city from one brewery to the next, taking time to work through
flights of beers and partake in what tours were offered by the establishments. Our
path took us to seven of Denver’s best breweries as the night pressed on and
gave us plenty of time to soak in the nightlife made possible by the wonderful
people that call the city their home. It was a night of fun, laughs, and plenty
of tasty beers. It was an experience that exceeded my high expectations of
Denver, and I couldn’t have had better company for such a night of revelry.
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Denver! |
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Stop 1: Sneaking into the Great Divide |
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Stop 2: The Denver Beer Company |
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Busy place... |
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Stop 3: Wynkoop Brewery |
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Having a drink with a brass ape. |
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Stop 4: Falling Rock Tap House |
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Beers for days... |
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Stop 5: Bull & Bush Brewery |
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Stop 6: Prost Brewery |
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Puttin' a few back... |
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Stop 7: BRECK! |
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Seriously good stuff... |
The early morning hours greeted us quickly as
the night pressed on, which ultimately led us to decide it was best for us to
bring the day’s events to a close. Full from a long day of food and drink, we
dragged our heavy feet back to Chad’s house as the darkness on the distant
horizon began to turn a shade of navy blue at the coming of the light. Heaving
our bodies into the cushions of the sofa and chair occupying Chad’s living
room, the three of us let our jovial spirits carry us to sleep in our own time.
With a busy day ahead of us, it was clear we sacrificed plenty of sleep for the
sake of having some fun tonight, but the memories we walked away with made it
clear every second we spent extending the experience was absolutely worth it.
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