So I’ve been back in the states for a couple weeks now. And while I miss the shit out of my German people, the good news is that autumn in Colorado is like a 2 month long orgasm of ridiculously beautiful weather, gorgeous scenery and Denver Broncos football. That’s the real football. Not that European football crap.
Depending on how you look at it, I’ve been either homeless or just a little more itinerant that normal since my return. I gave up my apartment in Denver before I moved to Germany; didn’t really see the point in paying rent in absentia. So upon my return I had to impose the on the kindness of my loving and wonderful parents, whose asess I will publicly kiss for their hospitality.
I spend the weekdays at my Mom’s just outside of Denver so I can go like, work or whatever in Boulder. I spend the weekends up at my Dad’s place in the foothills of Northern Colorado.
Decent setup, but there’s one little problem. My dad is, well, old-fashioned, and doesn’t have TV. That left me in a bit of a no-football-on-Sunday-afternoons predicament that urgently needed a remedy.
Enter The Forks. It’s one of those little establishments one generally only sees in areas I’ll politely describe as rural. The Forks is a gas station/convenience store/restaurant/bar combo that’s about 20 minutes from my Padre’s place in the zero-stoplight town of Livermore. Here’s a link to their website if you’re curious about the place…
Surprisingly, it’s an excellent place to take in a football game. Good food, Colorado microbrews on tap, good country folk, and my little dog Big Bear, who you’ve probably met already, is a welcome patron. Oh, and the drive to and from the place ain’t half bad either. So without further pontification, here’s a few pictures from last Sunday’s outing to watch Peyton and Co.
If you ever find yourself in the area, stop in for a beer and say hello.
Don’t be a stranger.