“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are, there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together yet forever apart?” Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Food, live music, carnival rides, games, people-watching, sunshine, mountains, water, craft vendors – what more could you ask for? Today was my First time ever going to the Boulder Creek Festival in Colorado. The Festival is in it’s twenty-ninth year. It is the kick-off to summer in Colorado. I tasted local honey, admired hand-made jewelry, had a good laugh at t-shirts with silly sayings, saw every manner of tribal tattoo on every body part imaginable, sat next to the creek and listened to it’s movement over the rocks while I ate grilled corn-on-the cob and lamb. I was heckled by Creepy Carnies offering stuffed animals if I popped three balloons with their dulled darts, sang along with the band, smelled several varieties of roses at the Tea House and Gardens and took a whirl on the Ferris Wheel – all by my lonesome.
My boys wanted to stay home today so I ventured out stag. After spending a couple of hours at the Festival, I spent another hour or so at The Pearl Street Mall ducking in and out of eclectic boutiques peddling crystals, incense, textiles, wind chimes and puzzles. I had a good time doing what I wanted today. Every other time I’ve been in Boulder has been with two (or more) people. Trying to please everyone can be exhausting. The group usually has different ideas about how much each one wants to walk, shop, talk and what/where/when to eat. I didn’t have to worry about any of that today. Just me!