Back to Boulder

On Sunday  afternoon my brother Chris wanted to take a drive up into one of the local  canyons to see the fall colors.  Five weeks ago there was a lot of flooding in the Boulder area but he felt that at least some of the roads must have been cleared by now.  It sounded like a great idea,  so Brian, two of Chris’ kids and I joined him and off we went.

The first canyon road we tried was blocked by a national guard truck, along with three news trucks, although we couldn’t see anything happening.  Must have been a very slow news day–Flash!  Canyon road still covered with debris!  Wowie Zowie.

some of the flood damage

some of the flood damage

So we drove over a few miles and tried a different road.  Same result, minus the news trucks.  But since we were now only a few blocks from Pearl St. (the same place Brian and I had gone the day before), we decided to see what was going on over there.  Thus, I have a few more pictures of Pearl street and its weekend denizens.  Not exactly great shakes, but at least now I have a few pictures of my own.   Plus I got to see a couple of the “regulars” that Brian had told me about the day before, but who hadn’t put in an appearance on Saturday.

another courthouse view

another courthouse view

drummer

drummer

tiny dancer

tiny dancer

more drummers

more drummers

bronze cowboy

bronze cowboy

one way to pay for the kid's music lessons

one way to pay for the kid’s music lessons

It’s a Pearl of a Street

I’m currently visiting family in Colorado. One of my brothers, Brian (who is living with my brother Chris and his wife and family since coming home after several years in Taiwan), and I went to Pearl Street in Boulder this afternoon. Pearl Street is a restored area of older brick buildings that now houses a variety of businesses–from art galleries to restaurants to head shops. It has a bit of a hippy 60’s vibe with yuppy over-tones.

On this section of Pearl, the center part of the street where the cars used to drive is now a pedestrian walkway, as well as a space used by all manner of street performers. Unfortunately I failed to take my camera and thus have no pictures of the contortionist (who also juggled while being twisted up like a pretzel). Or the gentleman playing a small harp and singing who had a very fine voice. Fortunately, my brother Brian had some pictures on his computer from one of his earlier trips to Pearl, so I will insert some of those so that you can get a little flavor of the place.

Juggler

Juggler

Drummer

Drummer

Pearl Street

Pearl Street

We stopped and had lunch at one of the many restaurants along the way and it was fabulous.  This particular establishment had a rooftop dining area and we chose to eat up there.   I had a green salad with chicken strips that were perfectly spiced and extremely flavorful. The salad also had fresh tomatoes, cubed apples and candied walnuts with a great raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Yum.

Rooftop Restaurant (in background)

Rooftop Restaurant (in background)

After lunch we cruised the shops, stopping in several along the way, including a cute little art gallery where I purchased a small enameled work of an Eastern bluebird on a branch of apple blossoms for my bathroom wall.

We also stopped in one of the headshops that, for some reason, are all below street level in basement stores. It’s one of those things where, while we didn’t have any real reason to be there, we just had to look. Call it a trip down memory lane…. Of course, since marijuana is now legal in Colorado and will be for sale to the general public starting in 2014, I suppose the stores will be of more use at that time. But with two universities close-by, they seem to be pretty heavily trafficked already.

We also went into an ice cream shop, thinking about a little dessert, but changed our minds when we saw the prices. At $4.50 for a single-scoop cone it seemed a little pricey to the both of us. Heck, I can buy a pint of the good stuff for that price (or less!) in any grocery store. Sheesh.

After that we walked by the courthouse, which is on the same street, and is an impressive stone building with lovely landscaping. There is a monument on the grounds dedicated to the casualties of “the world war”. It was erected in 1935, so the people who put it there had no idea that an even worse war was about to come. There was a large sign at the entrance to the grounds that, among other rules, stated “no camping”. I guess those soft, green lawns were just too tempting to street people and hikers passing through.

Courthouse grounds

Courthouse grounds

Courthouse

Courthouse

Near the center of the pedestrian area, there’s a play area for the kiddies that is painted to look as if a stream is running down the center and is strewn with large rocks for them to climb on. It was obviously popular with the kids, as every rock had at least one kidlet climbing on it.

Kiddy play area

Kiddy play area

The street was very busy while we were there. I have a feeling that the snow we had yesterday, while very short-lived, served to remind everyone that winter is just around the corner. Thus many people decided to take advantage to the day’s lovely weather and get out while the getting was good. Tomorrow promises to be even nicer with highs in the low 70’s. I have yet to decide if that will become a travel day or if I will wait until Monday to tackle crossing the Rockies.