Fort Collins

I left Denver at a relatively leisurely pace.  Sonny was in no hurry to get to work so we had some coffee at the house and shot the shit for a bit.  The game plan was to take I-25 North to Fort Collins, use some free Wi-Fi, and then hit Shoshone National Forest on my way to the Grand Tetons.  Little did I know that Fort Collins would be the most bike-friendly town I had ever been too.  With this realization, I parked the whip on a random street.  Forgot to look at the intersection sign.  Then proceeded to lose the Land Cruiser multiple times while I toured the town.  With evening quickly encroaching I made the decision to stay the night in the vicinity.  Before I settled in for the night I stopped at a bar called Illegal Pete's and had myself a local Colorado brew.  Met some pretty fantastic people including the bartender, Savannah, and another bar-goer named Abel.  Abel decided he would be the tour guide for Fort Collins that night and he took me to see some live music.  Free entry into a few venues helped to spice up the night.  We landed at an open-mic Monday Funk session, some phenomenal funk... I was only disappointed that the bassist didn't get some more solo-time to shred.  Crashed on Abel's couch for the night, dropped him off for work the next morning and was on my way to Shoshone!  What an adventure.