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My Adventure in Colorado
The Legalization of Marijuana for Recreational Use
I'm sure you heard by now that marijuana is now legal in Colorado and in Washington as well. I do have to say that it's about time. I understand why it was made illegal in the first place, but what I don't understand is why it took so damn long for the "government" to reform marijuana laws.
I'm sure that most of you who are reading this Hub of mine have at least tried smoking marijuana, and I bet some of you are high right now. The point I'm trying to make here is that "you'd be surprised" who smokes marijuana for recreational purposes - or maybe not. Truth is, most people don't care who smokes pot (unless they're trying to explain something to them).
Potheads are usually quiet and keep to their own kind. They may act a little goofy, but that will wear off in a little while. They're not the most dependable of people and you can forget about them remembering anything you tell them.
I asked a shopkeeper what her views were on the legalization of marijuana. She told me that she didn't care one way or the other (at first), but she can tell that tourism has picked up, even before the legalization of marijuana law went through. She said that she, herself, didn't smoke marijuana but knew many people that did and that she was happy for them.
Drove Straight Through
14.5 hrs from Chicago, Illinois to Golden, Colorado
I arrived in Colorado the day after the state had legalize marijuana use for recreational purposes. I am happy to say that I was in Colorado when that law was passed; when history was made. When I think of all the opportunities that Colorado now has because of its legalizing marijuana, and the economic burst Colorado will soon be experiencing, I can't wait for my own state to legalize it.
Colorado is the most beautiful place I have ever been.
The Water in Colorado is Fantastic
While visiting Manitou Springs, I noticed this concrete, pillar-like thing in the middle of the sidewalk. There was an opening where you could see right through and a stream of water that came pouring down. I was curious to find out what it was exactly, so I pulled over and went to take a closer look.
I noticed people walking up to it and filling up water containers. Some people filled containers as small as a flask, some people had containers as large as five gallons. When the crowd died down a little, I approached the attraction and read the plaque that was nearby.
The plaque said that the water that was being dispensed came from an underground spring that was directly beneath the fountain. It was said to be at least 20,000 years old and was naturally filtered and naturally carbonated.
It tasted weird at first, like nothing I ever tasted before. I actually didn't care for it - at first. But then, before you know it, I made sure I took two 2-liter bottles back with me to Hammond, Indiana.
Making tea, coffee, lemonade and even Kool-Aid with this water makes it THAT much better.
The Frozen Waterfall
The sun had just set and my friend and I were looking for something to do that didn't cost any money. Since neither of us hadn't any money, FREE was our only option.
We decided to follow the river that Coors Brewery uses to make their products from and found ourselves almost an arms reach of a frozen waterfall. You could see a small hole through the ice, small enough to stick your hand through. You could actually see the water coming down through the ice.
We stood behind this guardrail that prevented people (like me) from getting to close to the waterfall. The river was frozen but I wondered if it would support the weight of a person.
The temptation was too great - I had to try and climb this frozen waterfall and try to see if I could drink from its ice cold water. I was going to try and climb it and see if I could reach in through that opening and drink by hand from Clear Creek.
I climb over the guardrail and tested the ice that covered the river.
Slowly I crept over the frozen water, and listened very quietly for the sound of cracking ice; the last thing I'll probably hear before I fall through and submerge beneath the ice and get swept away to an icy death.
So far, so good...I'm still alive.
I got to the frozen waterfall and wondered how I was gong to climb this thing. The opening was only a few feet out of reach, but trying to scale this beautiful, yet very dangerous, natural ice sculpture looked impossible.
I leaned into it and gave it a touch. I noticed that there were little ripples along its smooth surface, maybe these ripples could help me reach my goal of drinking the water from perhaps the cleanest water on the planet. I decided to give it a shot.
My friend decided to join me on the ice. He weighed a little more than I, but the ice held him as well. He wanted to get as close as he could so he could take pictures with his camera phone, but there wasn't enough light.
I started my climb and got about a foot above the surface of the ice. I looked back at my friend to see if he had anything to add...he didn't. I looked back at the opening and was trying to gather the courage to continue up.
I began to climb up and I instantly started thinking about what would happen if I slipped. I'd probably slide down this frozen waterfall and right into my friend like a bowling ball hitting a bowling pin. He'd fall on top of me and we'd both crash through the ice and drown.
These are the types of scenarios that were going through my head.
I got a little higher. I was about a foot away. The ice was starting to freeze my hands because I didn't have any gloves. If I wanted to drink from this waterfall I'd better hurry before my hands started to freeze.
I paused for a bit to warm my hands individually. I then took a deep breath and started to climb the remaining 12 inches.
I got there...finally.
The water was freezing, but I didn't care. I took about six or seven drinks from cupping my hand and headed back down. Climbing down was a lot easier.
It was good, very good. Very refreshing.
Now my friend wanted to do it...what the...?