When we arrived in Denver, a fire had just ignited outside of town. A mistake on the hands of the forestry service, attempting a controlled burn that spun wildly, uncontrollably, fatally out of control. They say it was the fastest spreading wildfire in history, covering over 4,000 acres in a matter of a couple days. We saw what we thought was a huge dust cloud, as the weather had forecasted strong winds with the possibility of dust storms, but we soon realized that the cloud was smoke from the wildfire. Here is a picture of that cloud from Highway 6 leaving downtown Denver.
The next day we spent walking around Boulder, a short trip north from Denver. The town was very relaxing and we found ourselves posting up in coffee shops for most of the day. I needed a new collar and leash for Mowgli, which I found, grossly overpriced, at a pet shop on a street no animals were allowed on. “These are real quality products you’ve just purchased,” I was assured by the nervously guilt ridden lady behind the counter. “I’m sure,” I nodded.