SBS Trip, part 3

OK, I'll attempt to finish the story of our trip here, but I'm not promising anything, considering how long my other two posts about the trip were...

After checking out the apartment for the first time on Saturday afternoon, we headed out to the airport to pick up our luggage, which was promised to be there on the first incoming flight of the day (since we missed our connecting flight from Denver the night before, our luggage obviously couldn't make it either, and we were told we could wait 4 hours for them to pull our luggage out in Denver, or pick it up in Hayden - the airport that services Steamboat - the next day at 1:30). Of course, our luggage wasn't there, and much to our surprise the airline guy said that other than it being tagged in Houston, there was no record of it (meaning, it never even got on our plane in Houston). We wouldn't have had luggage even if we had made our connecting flight. Oh well. We had the luggage tags with us and gave them to the counter guy, who assured us that when they did finally arrive (likely not until the following day - Sunday), he would drop them off where we were staying.

We weren't really upset (we were in Steamboat, after all), and we used it as an excuse to buy some new duds. I got some new Carhartts and a shirt (and some awesome SmartWool socks) at FM Light & Sons, a 100-year old store in town, then we went to Wal-Mart (yuck) to get some essentials. Dana opted to do her shopping at a local outdoors store and got a very expensive merino wool midlayer for basically half price (which made it a great deal - it's a really nice shirt).

Then we headed home, showered, and met Sheila and Wes for dinner. Sheila is one of Dana's new coworkers - Ron, her other coworker, was on vacation the whole time we were there. Wes is Sheila's husband. Remember this, there will be a test later.

Dinner was great (of course), but something really strange happened. I couldn't finish the best filet I've had in a long, long time because.... I was full. This wasn't some crazy enormous steak or anything, and we had an appetizer but I didn't eat any more than normal - I just literally couldn't eat any more. I was WAY too full. I think this is a sign that I'm going to lose weight in Steamboat, beyond what I would simply by virtue of getting more exercize - I just can't eat much there. Apparently it has something to do with the altitude...

After dinner, Sheila and Wes had to get home to relieve their babysitter (their 2-year-old Jonah is the cutest kid in the world), so D and I headed for a beer at the Old Town Pub and then home to the B&B. The next morning was hangover time, but not too bad; only moderate. Oh, and our clothes arrived at the B&B while we were at dinner. Boo-ya.

Sunday

Sunday we walked to the real estate office where our acquaintance Scott works to talk to him about the apartment we saw the day before (he represents the buyer who we are going to rent from, and is the sole reason we found the sweet place). He wasn't around so D and I took a walk around town and checked out the raging Yampa river (pictured above), overflowing due to all the melting snow from the mountains. Called my mom (it was her birthday Sunday, she's 35!), and stopped by to see Scott. We told Scott we were going to take the place and went back to walk through again (and take all the pictures I posted yesterday).

After our trip to the apartment, we met Sheila at the pediatrics office and did a walkthrough while D took some inventory (and compiled a list of all the stuff they'll need to get so she can do things like put casts on broken arms and other sports medicine-y stuff), and then followed Sheila to her house for a late lunch and to hang out.

We ended up staying there for most of the afternoon, playing with Jonah and meeting some of their friends, and drinking all of their beer (including beer that Wes and Ron home-brewed, a shared hobby of theirs that I fully intend to shoehorn in on). After a while D and I split, went for dinner somewhere, then went to the B&B to change.

We then headed to the Strawberry Park Hot Springs as it was a pretty chilly night and we thought it would be best to go when it was cold and a bit rainy as opposed to beautiful out (does that make any sense at all?). Anyway, we stayed there for about an hour and a half, then took off when it got dark to head back to the B&B and get changed again. Changed, went to the Tap House for a couple brews (ran into a guy wearing a Cubs Ryno jersey for some reason, even though the game had ended about 6 hours prior to that), then headed home and went to sleep.

Monday
Monday was another full day, so I'll get to it later. You know, let you digest what I've written above so you don't suffer from Mark-and-Dana's-new-home-is-freaking-sweet-and-I-can't-wait-to-visit syndrome.

4 Comments:

Blogger B.J. said...

Air travel is such a pain nowadays. Used to be a classy experience, now it is like taking a taxi. Steamboat looks sweet.

posted at 6:50 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Used to be a classy experience, now it is like taking a taxi."

Its not like we are talking about your mom! sheesh...

posted at 11:57 PM

 
Blogger B.J. said...

Nicely done, but revenge will be mine.

posted at 5:49 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am totally suffering from Mark-and-Dana's-new-home-is-freaking-sweet-and-I-can't-wait-to-visit syndrome.

posted at 7:03 AM

 

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