We had a sharp deadline, which was getting Julia to the airport on time. Our first stop was for lunch at South Side Food and Drink in Limon, CO. It’s a small, southern-style diner. We even had three cowboys sitting a few tables away from us. Well, at least they had the hats.
We then drove by a sign for the town of Bovina, and we noticed it’s not on the map. We decided to check it out. Guess what? There’s a reason it’s not on the map:
Chubbuck’s Six States Museum and Wonder Tower, however, was on the map. It also had a bunch of signs directing to it:
There was no one there. We wanted to go to the bathroom, so we looked for the restrooms in the back. Ladies room is on the right. Gentlemen to the left.
We found a small note saying that the place if for sale! I wonder how much it goes for.
We decided to talk about it later and in the meantime make a list of the pros and cons of owning museum of stones and bottles in the middle of nowhere.
Then we got to Denver. We started by getting coffee in a cute coffee shop. It was full of hipsterish students working hard on their laptops. We went online on our phones. I realized then that it was the Israeli memorial day. We commemorate memorial day very differently, in Israel, than they do in the states. Let’s put it this way - we don’t barbecue.
I was thrown off - first, I realized I forgot, which made me realize how far I am from Israel, physically and mentally. Second, I noticed on Facebook that someone mentioned a young woman who was killed in a terrorist attack about ten years ago. It seems she used to serve in my by base, at the same time I did, and I don’t remember her at all. We were a tiny base, maybe 200 soldiers. I knew everybody - everybody did. I must have known her and forgotten all about her. I’m still not sure I know who she was - after really trying, I think I do have a faint memory of her. I don’t know exactly why this feels weird. Anyway, Danit Dagan was her name. RIP.
We decided we had enough time before the flight - so we went to the Red Rocks. It was beautiful, and we got to see only very little of it. We must come back at some point.
We went to the airport, and discovered that Julia’s flight was delayed. I hung out with her in the Airport, and we had dinner and drinks and then we walked around and stared at the very disturbing murals.
I then left and got a room at a Motel 6. Here are some tips:
1. The sign outside a Motel 6 might say “Wi-Fi here”. Notice that it doesn’t include the word “Free”. There’s a reason for that.
2. If the receptionist will notice even the slightest sign of discontent, she will give you the Wi-Fi password for free. Let your inner Israeli shine!
3. The Wi-Fi password is per device. If you have two computers and your inner Israeli is on a day off, you’ll have to pay double.
4. Almost anywhere there’s a Motel 6, there’s also a Super 8. Super 8 gives free Wi-Fi for as many devices as you want and they have free breakfast. Motel 6 don’t. Just sayin’.
5. Personally, I prefer going for privately held motels. I believe it’s better for the economy.
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